"The Field wasn't built by gods. But somehow, it learned to think like one."
Elias sat on the rooftop of the dormitory, wind carrying dust from the lower city.Isha joined him.
"You think we'll ever enter The Field for real?"
"Sooner or later. Systems always need new fuel."
"And you?"
"I just want to see if it crashes the same way."
They laughed quietly — tired, but alive.
In the control room, a warning blinked on a dead monitor:[SYNC PULSE DETECTED] — SOURCE UNKNOWN.A single line appeared on-screen:
"Hello, Elias."
Elias looked up at the sky.The Red Vale Tower pulsed blue, slicing through the clouds.
"If you're reading this," he whispered,"then I'll write back."