Nostalgia spread through existence gently.
Not painfully.
Not overwhelmingly.
Tenderly.
Across the rewritten foundation, civilizations paused in strange moments without understanding why.
People revisited old songs.
Families retold stories they had heard a hundred times before.
Entire worlds suddenly began preserving things once considered unimportant.
Old letters.
Worn objects.
Faded recordings.
Not because they were efficient.
Because they carried feelings forward.
Lyra looked upward with exhausted suspicion.
"…Reality developed sentimentality."
The rewritten foundation pulsed proudly.
YES.
"…We are NEVER escaping this, are we?"
NO.
Aria burst out laughing again.
At this point it had become a survival reflex.
Even Kaelith looked increasingly resigned to existence becoming emotionally expressive.
"…Foundational emotional continuity continues expanding."
Lyra pointed immediately.
"…One day you are going to say something normal."
"…Statistically unlikely."
