The veil Aegis had cast over the valley was a masterpiece of "Narrative Camouflage." To the satellites of Terra-7712, the Pacific Northwest remained a rugged, predictable expanse of evergreen and granite.
To the local townspeople, the "Event" had seemingly faded into a strange, collective fever dream that the government was quick to categorize as a rare atmospheric phenomenon involving ionized pockets of gas.
Yet, beneath the surface of this mortal perception, the "Osmosis of Divinity" was accelerating as Bella entered her third month of pregnancy.
Inside the cabin, the physical laws of the secular world were being gently rewritten to accommodate the growing "Conceptual Mass" of the second child. Gravity near the bedside was twenty percent lighter, allowing Bella to move with a grace that defied her physical state. The air was perpetually scented with "Primordial Rain," a fragrance that did not exist on Earth but was a fundamental element of the Source's first draft.
