Because the more Lindarion remembered—
the more the cosmic lock inside him began to turn.
/cycle reconstruction: 32%/
/resonance alignment accelerating/
Nysha squeezed his hand, sensing the rising energy.
"We're with you," she whispered. "Whatever we find."
Lindarion took a breath.
"Then we go deeper."
The deeper they drifted into the starfield, the stronger the pull on Lindarion's chest became—subtle at first, like a thread caught on his heartbeat, then steadily tightening into a gravitational tether. The fragments around them shifted in orbit, rearranging with soft, harmonic tones as if reacting to each new step of his awakening. Every shard they passed illuminated briefly, projecting ghostlike silhouettes of worlds lost or judged.
