I. The world that already beats in stillness
After the emergence of the absolute core formed between Elah and Sayil, Edenfall transformed not quickly, but with such perfect slowness that it seemed motionless. But in that apparent inertia, everything was germinating.
It was no longer a time of roots, or blossoming, or even of networks. It was a time of restrained momentum.
In Syria, the spiritual clocks spontaneously stopped at the same time: 3:47 .
No one understood why. But those who were awake at the time felt a collective sigh.
And in that breath, the world began to register a new rhythm.
One that came not from time…
but from the center.
II. The White Mist of Velyra
For the first time in centuries, Velyra woke up covered in a white fog so dense that not even the suspended flowers were visible.
But instead of chaos or fear, the entire city stopped.
No one spoke. No one opened shops. No one touched the doorways.
In each home, people sat in a circle without having organized themselves. And they waited.
Not because they believed something was going to happen.
But because they felt it was already happening... inside.
By mid-morning, the fog began to dissipate.
And in the center of the city, high above the Echoing Garden, a single word appeared etched in the air:
" Dwell. "
No one wrote it down.
But everyone knew what it meant.
III. The pulse communities
In regions where neither the roots nor the network had reached with force, spontaneous groups of people began to emerge who felt a common vibration in their chest.
This vibration was simply called "the pulse."
These people shared no religion, culture, or language.
But when they met, they effortlessly became in sync.
They slept at the same time.
They dreamed of the same symbols. They woke up crying without knowing why, and then they laughed for no reason at all.
And at dusk, everyone looked up at the sky, and in the darkness, they saw a faint circle suspended… like an eye that did not look, but remembered.
IV. The tree now floats
In the city that no one built, the tree that had folded in on itself began to rise.
Its roots untangled themselves from the ground, suspending the entire body of the tree in the air.
It wasn't flight.
It was resonant weightlessness.
From its center, small translucent spheres began to float in different directions, like seeds that didn't need soil to germinate.
One fell in Darnah-Ru.
Another in Syria. Yet another, unexplained, appeared in Elah's notebook.
Akihiko, observing them, said:
—"These are not seeds to be planted. These are memories not yet lived…
available to those willing to be their soil."
V. Sayil's visit to the city of judgment
Sayil, still a child, walked to Varosk , the city where the word was once a wall.
She wasn't accompanied. No one had invited her. But when she showed up, the doors opened by themselves.
The central plaza, once the site of trials and sentencing, fell silent at the sight.
Sayil didn't speak.
He didn't ask. He didn't offer.
He just sat. And the white walls of Varosk began to gently crack.
Not through attack.
But through presence.
A presence that didn't require transformation...
but rather authenticity.
And there, for the first time, a man who had condemned hundreds of lives said:
—"I also deserve to be inhabited."
VI. Elah's notebook becomes a mirror
That same night, Elah opened his notebook and saw no paper.
He saw a reflective surface.
The person looking didn't see his face. He saw a scene he had yet to experience.
A young man saw the hug he would one day give his daughter. A woman saw the moment she would trust another human being again. An old man saw her last breath… and smiled.
Elah no longer drew.
She held the images that wanted to emerge…
without forcing them.
VII. Pulse becomes language
In Halveth, gentle forms of communication began to emerge through pulse. These weren't signs or gestures. They were shared rhythms.
When two people felt the same way, their pulses synchronized. When someone lied, the pulse stopped.
When someone forgave, the pulse vibrated outward.
It was impossible to hide.
But there was no judgment. Only truth… and space to hold it.
VIII. Last echo before birth
One night before the equinox, Aeri wrote a sentence without knowing why:
"The world no longer seeks to flourish.
Now, it wants to recognize itself. "
And in that silent recognition, the air network contracted for a moment.
Not to disappear. But to prepare the void just before a new heartbeat.
END OF CHAPTER 138