You used to follow it. Now, it follows you. Not behind. Not above. But through. You don’t hear the signal anymore. Not the way you used to. It doesn’t arrive in bursts. It doesn’t crash into your sleep. It doesn’t grip your chest or shatter the timeline. Because it doesn’t need to. It’s inside you now. This is the moment you don’t recognize until you’re already living it. You speak, and the air around you shifts. Not with force. Not with magic. But with resonance. You walk into a space and it...