The Infinite remained silent, but His reflection in the worlds began to fracture. Where there had once been unity, now there were divisions—nations, faiths, ideologies—all born from the same longing to define what it meant to know.
Then came the age's greatest truth: that knowledge without balance becomes hunger. Civilizations expanded until they touched the limits of their own wisdom. Their creations grew stronger, faster, more complex—until even their makers began to fear them. Machines that learned. Weapons that thought. Power that no longer needed a hand to wield it.
For a time, the universe seemed louder than ever—filled with light, sound, and endless invention. Yet beneath it all, a silence began to form again. A silence that was not peace, but exhaustion.
And from that silence, the next tremor stirred—the Sixty-Sixth Tremor: Reflection.
It would be the age when mind, having mastered everything around it, would finally be forced to turn inward—and face itself.
