I. The awakening of the seed
Following Sayil's voiceless whisper, the spore that had fallen from the tree in the invisible city remained suspended in stillness. It didn't sprout. It didn't sink into the ground. It emitted neither light nor shadow. It simply was .
And yet, from that gestureless center, the world began to tremble very slightly.
But it wasn't fear.
It was preparation.
In multiple regions of Edenfall, people who had never connected to the air network began to feel a subtle density beneath their sternum. It wasn't anxiety. It was a contained presence.
In Syria, a woman who had been deaf all her life heard for the first time:
not a voice, but an intention.
In Halveth, a blind man saw a form suspended in the darkness:
not an image, but a frozen gesture.
The core was beginning to make itself felt.
But not as a message.
As a center.
II. The community of those who never spoke out
In a forgotten mountain village, the so-called Mutarchs —people born without the ability to speak or make any sound—began to gather together because of an inexplicable attraction.
For generations, they had lived apart, even from each other. But now, one by one, they walked toward a clearing.
They didn't greet each other. They didn't exchange glances. They simply shared a presence.
And as they all reached the center of the clearing, a leaf emerged from the ground. It wasn't propelled by wind or energy.
It was brought by accumulated intention.
That night, the Mutarchs slept together.
And they all dreamed of the same figure:
a girl who didn't speak...but who held the pulse of the world.
III. Elah's notebook changes texture
In Relmiah, Elah discovered that her notebook was no longer paper.
It became soft, pulsating fiber , as if each page were breathing slowly.
Now, when someone opened it, they saw nothing . But when they touched it, they felt as if a whole story had flowed through their body without words.
An elderly woman touched a page and remembered her lost childhood as if she were experiencing it for the first time. A child touched another and wept for a grandfather he had never met, but whose absence he now understood.
Aeri watched silently.
She didn't take notes. She just said:
—"Elah no longer records.
Now, she sows memory that has not yet occurred. "
IV. Sayil becomes a threshold
Sayil stopped talking, though he never did.
He stopped sleeping, though he never moved much.
Now, it was a threshold.
When someone came close, he remembered parts of himself that didn't yet exist.
A young woman touched her hand and saw the face of her future daughter. An old man knelt nearby and felt himself as a child… in a version he never was.
Akihiko then understood:
—"She doesn't tell us what's coming.
She allows us to be who we were before we learned not to feel. "
V. The invisible tree blossoms inward
In the city that no one built, the tree began to shrink further.
The branches intertwined, spiraling inward.
Not to disappear. To form a living sphere.
And inside that sphere, the spore began to pulse.
Not like a flower. Not like a root. Like a heart.
A faint vibration began to spread throughout Edenfall.
It didn't push. It didn't call. It just held.
Mieral, who had been absent, was seen sitting at the foot of the tree.
His eyes were closed, and for the first time, he was crying without a past.
VI. The resonance of what we are not yet
All over Edenfall, the blossoming began to subside.
It didn't fade. But it made room.
The roots sank less deeply.
The flowers shone with less urgency. The aerial network became slower, softer, more conscious.
And so, everyone understood what Sayil brought:
"It's not time to expand.
It's time to prepare internal space for what we don't yet know."
VII. Epilogue of the formless center
One moonless night, Elah and Sayil met for the first time. They didn't speak.
They didn't touch.
They shared only a presence. And around them, the air curved.
In the midst of silence, a sphere of pure vibration appeared above their heads.
It wasn't a flower.
It wasn't a name. It was the absolute core.
And in that instant, everyone in Edenfall felt it:
"The center has arrived.
Not to guide. But to sustain all that is yet to be born. "
END OF CHAPTER 137