LYRA'S POV
(ONE HUNDRED YEARS AFTER RESTORATION)
The Continental Assembly Hall hummed with energy fundamentally different from what I remembered from early governance days—three generations of marked populations gathered for centennial celebration of restoration completion, blessed consciousness who'd never known intervention threat mingling with ancient restored collectives who remembered crystalline suffering spanning centuries.
One hundred years. A full century since the final fragment integration. A lifetime for singular consciousness mortals. A blink for divine awareness. For me, with forty-one dimensional states perceiving time across frameworks where linear progression functioned differently, it felt simultaneously eternal and instantaneous—a paradox that consciousness expansion created through awareness distributed across temporal perception that mortal minds couldn't adequately experience.
