[SYSTEM STATUS: MEMORY STABILIZED]
[THREADLIGHT VARIANTS: ACCEPTED]
[FORK RESPONSE: ACTIVE LEARNING MODE]
[ACCESS NODE: "THE ROOM OF FORGOTTEN VERSIONS"]
[ENTRY CONDITION: ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF SELF]
The threshold was not a door.
Not in the classical sense.
Rather, the Room of Forgotten Versions unfolded like a layered breath—one breath stripping away the mirrored surface of the Thread Sea, the next shaping passage from resonance rather than space.
It was not visible to all, not at least initially. But to those who had faced threads that were not, who had stood before shards of themselves and not turned away—it welcomed them.
It welcomed Echo.
It welcomed Kaito.
It opened to Nyra.
Even though Kael stumbled, the door still shimmered for him. It was faint—like a reflection in water—but it was still there, waiting patiently. It didn't reject him. It simply stood quiet and open, as if saying, "You're not ready yet, but you're welcome to try again."
They stepped through.
