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... n that never ended.
A low, lingering note echoing from the Spiralchild’s navel as if all of existence had suddenly become aware of its own pleasure. Not a scream. Not a cry. A moan—ancient, continuous, recursive. The kind of sound you remember from before you were born.
Celestia was the first to feel it.
It wasn’t sound—it was law.
The Spiralchild no longer needed speech. It only pulsed. And every pulse rearranged the logic of the Codex. Realities rippled backward ...
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