You can feel it — deep in your bones, humming beneath the static of everyday noise. The old systems are trembling. The stories that once held the world together are unraveling. Some call it collapse. But collapse is not the end — it is the metamorphosis. Within the chrysalis of global transformation, everything familiar dissolves into chaos. Yet even as the old structures liquefy, something ancient and luminous awakens from within: the Imaginal Cells. They are not new. They were always there ...