Neo became a silence others spoke around.
It wasn't immediate.
At first, it was just a few glances. A pause in conversation when he walked past. The kind of subtle shift that most people would miss if they weren't paying attention.
But Neo noticed.
He always noticed.
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By the next day, everyone knew.
News traveled quickly in places like the academy—faster than logic, faster than truth. It moved through whispers, assumptions, and exaggerations, reshaping itself slightly with every retelling.
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"He didn't awaken."
"I heard the sphere didn't even react."
"Not even Ember Initiation?"
"Impossible… everyone has something."
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Neo walked through the corridors as the voices brushed against him.
None of them spoke directly to him.
But none of them needed to.
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"Maybe he's defective."
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That word stayed.
It didn't echo loudly.
It didn't demand attention.
But it settled somewhere quiet within him.
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Defective.
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Neo didn't react outwardly.
His expression didn't change. His pace didn't slow. His posture didn't shift.
But something inside him… paused.
Not in agreement.
Not in denial.
Just—
Noted.
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Classes resumed as if nothing had happened.
Lessons continued. Teachers spoke. Students wrote, listened, trained.
Normalcy reasserted itself quickly.
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But beneath that normalcy, something had changed.
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The academy grounds were no longer just a place of learning.
They had become something else.
A training ground.
A proving field.
A place where potential would be shaped—or exposed.
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The first practical session began that afternoon.
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The training field stretched wide, marked with faint circular patterns etched into the ground. At first glance, they looked decorative—simple designs meant to organize space.
But as Neo stepped closer, he felt it.
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A faint hum.
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Not sound.
Not quite.
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Something deeper.
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The students gathered in groups, each standing within one of the circles. Instructors moved among them, offering guidance, correction, and occasionally, quiet approval.
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"Focus on your core," one instructor said. "Primordial Essence flows through you, but it needs direction."
"Don't force it," another added. "Let it respond."
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Neo stood at the edge of the field.
Watching.
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He had been told to attend.
Even if he hadn't awakened.
Especially because he hadn't awakened.
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"You should still observe," his instructor had said earlier. "Understanding the process matters."
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So he watched.
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A boy stepped into one of the circles.
Closed his eyes.
Raised his hands slightly.
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For a moment—
Nothing.
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Then—
A flicker.
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A faint glow formed around his fingertips, trembling like a candle flame in the wind.
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"Good," the instructor said. "That's Ember Initiation. Hold it steady."
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The boy gritted his teeth.
The glow wavered.
Then stabilized.
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Neo tilted his head slightly.
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Where others saw light—
He saw something else.
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The glow wasn't smooth.
It wasn't continuous.
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It was… fractured.
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Tiny, uneven threads of something deeper, loosely bound together. They moved, but not freely. They responded, but not fully.
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Like something incomplete.
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Another student tried.
This time, the reaction was stronger.
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The air around her seemed to tighten.
A visible current formed, spiraling gently around her arm.
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"Vein Ignition," an instructor announced. "Excellent control."
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The surrounding students reacted with quiet awe.
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Neo didn't.
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Because what he saw—
Was still the same.
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Fragmented.
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Stronger, yes.
More refined.
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But still…
Missing something.
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"Neo."
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The voice pulled him back.
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He turned.
An instructor stood beside him—a woman with sharp eyes and a calm, measured presence.
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"You're not participating," she said.
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It wasn't an accusation.
Just an observation.
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"I wasn't told to," Neo replied.
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A slight pause.
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"Even unawakened students can attempt basic synchronization," she said. "Stand in a circle."
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Neo looked at the field.
Then back at her.
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"Will it change anything?"
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She studied him for a moment.
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"No," she said honestly. "But it will show effort."
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Neo nodded.
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He stepped into one of the empty circles.
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The moment his foot crossed the faint boundary—
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The hum intensified.
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Not externally.
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Internally.
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Neo stilled.
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"Close your eyes," the instructor said. "Focus inward. Try to feel the Primordial Essence around you."
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Neo obeyed.
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He closed his eyes.
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And immediately—
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He felt it.
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Not faintly.
Not distantly.
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But clearly.
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Everywhere.
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It wasn't flowing like the instructors described.
It wasn't moving like the students were trying to guide it.
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It simply…
Was.
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Vast.
Endless.
Unstructured.
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Neo's breathing slowed.
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The field around him faded.
The voices dimmed.
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And in their place—
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That familiar pull returned.
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Stronger than before.
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Find me.
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Neo didn't resist it.
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He followed.
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Not physically.
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But inward.
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Deeper than thought.
Deeper than sensation.
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Past the surface of awareness.
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And then—
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Something opened.
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For a brief moment—
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He wasn't standing in the training field.
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He stood somewhere else.
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A space without edges.
Without light.
Without form.
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And yet—
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It wasn't empty.
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Fragments floated around him.
Countless.
Shifting.
Drifting.
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Some flickered with faint light.
Others dimmed, almost gone.
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Each one felt…
Alive.
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Neo reached out.
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The moment his awareness brushed one—
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A flash.
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A life.
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A voice.
A face.
A sky that didn't belong to this world.
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Then—
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Gone.
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Neo pulled back.
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The fragments scattered.
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The space trembled.
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And—
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Everything collapsed.
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"Neo."
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His eyes snapped open.
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The training field rushed back into place.
The students.
The instructors.
The muted hum of controlled energy.
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The instructor stood in front of him now, her expression slightly different than before.
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More focused.
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"Did you feel anything?" she asked.
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Neo hesitated.
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"Yes," he said.
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"What?"
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He searched for the right words.
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"It's… everywhere," he said slowly. "But it's not whole."
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The instructor frowned.
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"That's not how it works," she replied. "Primordial Essence is continuous. What you felt was likely residual interference."
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Neo didn't argue.
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Because he knew—
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That wasn't it.
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He stepped out of the circle.
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The moment he did—
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The hum lessened.
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But the feeling—
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Didn't.
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If anything—
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It lingered more clearly now.
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As if stepping away had only made him more aware of it.
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The instructor watched him for a moment longer.
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"You didn't awaken," she said, more quietly this time. "But your perception… is unusual."
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Neo looked at her.
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"I think I did," he said.
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She shook her head immediately.
"That's not possible."
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Neo didn't respond.
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Because he wasn't sure himself.
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If awakening meant what the others had experienced—
Light.
Energy.
Control.
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Then no—
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He hadn't.
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But if it meant connection—
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Then something had definitely begun.
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As the session ended, students gathered in small groups, comparing progress, sharing excitement, measuring themselves against one another.
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Neo walked past them.
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Unnoticed.
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Or deliberately ignored.
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It didn't matter.
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Because his attention was elsewhere.
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The fragments.
The space.
The voice.
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Find me.
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He understood something now.
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Not fully.
Not clearly.
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But enough.
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What the others were learning—
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Was real.
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But it was incomplete.
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A system built on something broken.
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A reflection of a greater whole that no longer existed.
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And him—
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He wasn't outside of it.
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He wasn't beneath it.
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He was—
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Something else entirely.
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That night, as he sat alone in his room, the silence felt different.
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Not empty.
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Waiting.
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His gaze drifted slowly to the desk.
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To the small, dark box resting there.
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Still.
Unchanging.
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And yet—
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Calling.
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Neo leaned back slightly.
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For the first time since the awakening—
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He asked himself a question.
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Not out of doubt.
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But out of curiosity.
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If I didn't awaken…
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His eyes narrowed slightly.
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…then what exactly is happening to me?
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The box did not answer.
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But something deep within him—
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Did.
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Not in words.
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But in certainty.
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This was not failure.
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This was not absence.
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This was not being left behind.
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This was—
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Something older.
Something deeper.
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Something that had never needed to awaken.
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Because it had never truly been asleep.