Adrasteia did not put up fences.
But its system, slowly, formed invisible lines:
not walls, but frequencies.
A pattern of meaning that could only be passed by those who came without the intention of absorbing or mastering.
For some in the Sixth World, this was considered weakness.
For others, it was a silent provocation.
And finally, from the cracks of western reality—
came a creature that was not interested in listening,
only wanting to break.
It came like a mist: it had no fixed form,
but it left its mark on every space it passed through.
People called it Friction.
Not a name, but a function.
It did not attack physically.
It lived between sentences,
inserting doubts,
disturbing unfinished agreements.
Ordinary discussions suddenly stopped.
Not because of conflict.
But because of unfinished sentences,
ideas that lost their way,
and residents who suddenly forgot why they came to that space.
Rina realized this was not negligence.
