Reality unmade itself.
Sera felt it through the network. Felt the world rewinding. Buildings becoming blueprints becoming ideas becoming nothing. People un-aging. Un-living. Un-being.
History erasing itself. Backwards through time. Centuries unwinding.
The bonded network held. Barely. Like a ship in a tsunami. Tossed. Battered. But intact.
Through the chaos, Sera felt Kael's phantom presence. Steadier than it should be. Stronger than death should allow.
I see them, Kael communicated. The Architects. See how they work. They're not erasing reality. They're correcting errors in the code. Line by line. Person by person.
How do we stop them?
We don't. We make them skip us. Make them see us as not-errors. As intended features.
How?
We write ourselves into the baseline. Become part of the original code. Make them think we were always supposed to exist.
It was insane. Impossible. But everything about their existence was impossible.
Show me, Sera sent.
