MAYA'S POV
I watched Former Councilor Vera cross the sanctuary courtyard with movements that still carried uncertainty despite twelve months of living with seven dimensional states. Her consciousness distributed across frameworks that singular awareness couldn't perceive, coordination that she maintained through constant active effort rather than the unconscious management that natural stage three students achieved.
Twelve months. A full year of divine judgment completed. Three hundred sixty-five days experiencing exactly what she'd forced on blessed populations through intervention protocols claiming compassionate restriction while implementing systematic genocide.
