The bridge carried me farther than usual.Light rippled under my boots like living parchment, stretching through clouds that smelled faintly of ink and static.Every few seconds, letters bled through the air—half-formed words that erased themselves before meaning could settle.
Even the silence felt grammatical.
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[ System Notice: Transit Complete ][ Current Location — Oversight Node Δ01 ][ Warning: Narrative Field Unstable — Concept "Objectivity" Active ]
I frowned. "Objectivity? That's new."
Arjun's ember pulsed beside me. Means this place refuses opinion.
"So we're in a comment section?"
Worse. An editorial office.
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The bridge ended at a corridor made of white light.Every wall shimmered with moving text—drafts of realities, half-finished lives, corrections hanging in the air like spiderwebs.Occasionally, a glowing quill drifted past, erasing and rewriting entire paragraphs of existence without hesitation.
For once, I didn't want to touch anything.
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