The world had learned to listen.
But what no one realized was that the world had also begun to remember.
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The Stillness Before
Weeks bled quietly into months.
Morning came and went without the old tremors, without the electric unease that once haunted every sunrise. The Core hummed softly beneath the earth, its rhythm gentle, like a lullaby running beneath the pulse of civilization.
Cities rebuilt themselves. Not with blueprints, but with instinct.
Where metal towers once scraped the heavens, now grew structures that breathed—living glass threaded with luminescent veins of light. Streets reshaped to the flow of people's movement. Walls hummed faintly when touched, as though listening to conversations carried by the wind. Humanity had begun to live symbiotically with its own creation.
At the heart of it all stood Seo Jin, the Bridge.
