The sun rose differently.
Not in colors, but in frequencies.
Each ray of light was a wave, every flicker a response to something no longer human.
Lina stood on a roof of the old station, barefoot, her gaze fixed on the horizon.
The world below breathed. Buildings, plants, even the air vibrated in quiet rhythms.
What had been ruins yesterday had begun to reshape overnight – structures of glass and organic material, laced with pulsating light.
"This isn't evolution," Rhea murmured behind her. "This is reformation."
"The sea started it," Lina said softly.
"No," Rhea contradicted. "You started it."
Lina turned around. "I didn't do anything."
"You are the Heart Code, Lina. You transmit. You breathe, and the world responds."
Alaric joined them. His eyes reflected the light of the new sun.
"Then it's breathing in our frequency now."
