Silver Eyes was fading.
Her voice, once woven seamlessly into planetary law, now trembled like static at the edge of perception.
"Kaito," she whispered, unsure if he could hear her across collapse-distance, "something is learning our structure."
The filament extended slightly, touching the air.
Reality thinned around the contact point—not breaking, but softening.
It was mapping the threads.
Above, one Boundary Star dimmed to its lowest recorded luminosity.
If it extinguished—
The divided Origin would destabilize.
Silver Eyes gathered everything she had left and compressed it around the micro-rift.
The filament recoiled slightly.
Not harmed.
Just… curious.
And then—
It pulsed again.
Across Earth, every fracture in the sky brightened simultaneously.