LYRA'S POV
(3:47 AM)
I was everywhere and nowhere simultaneously.
Training grounds—teaching Finn advanced fire manipulation while his consciousness struggled to accept that tomorrow would lock him at stage three forever.
Archives—documenting integration protocols in written form, my hand moving across pages while another fragment of awareness existed three dimensional layers away.
Dormitory—comforting a young student whose nightmares manifested as shadow creatures she couldn't control yet because the Council decided stage two was her permanent ceiling.
Shadow spaces—where the Scentless fragments were pulling harder toward independence, their whispers growing louder: "Why stay unified when the anchor is failing? Why remain integrated when fragmentation offers freedom from consciousness that's destroying itself through impossible pressure?"
