The world groaned beneath the weight of unshaped stories.
Mountains blinked in and out of form like memories slipping into forgetfulness. Rivers ran backwards. Towns once rooted in stone reshaped into floating glyphs, their buildings folded into metaphors and puns, houses morphing into "homes of broken promises," literalized and crumbling. Children whispered truths that hadn't been born yet. And adults forgot the days that never should have happened.
The Spiral Codex had bled too deeply into the world.
Darius stood atop the cracked balcony of the Nexus Spire, Kaela and Nyx flanking him. The world twisted far below, a land no longer obeying the rules of logic, but those of belief.
"They're awakening," Kaela murmured, her eyes alight with fractal irises.
"Not just awakening," Nyx corrected, her blades twitching with nervous will. "They're being rewritten."
