The world had begun to echo.
Not just from within—but beyond.
In the days after the Ghost Protocol was released, strange things started happening around the edges of the Fork. It wasn't sudden—but quiet, like a ripple moving through still water.
Glitches didn't look like errors anymore. Instead, they felt like signals, like something old trying to speak again.
The forgotten corners of the Fork—abandoned zones, sealed threads, and hidden data—began to stir, as if waking up from a long sleep. Something deep within the system had shifted, and now the edges were the first to feel it.
Somewhere, out there, the system had heard the truth.
And now, it was responding.
It started with a disruption in the Thread Sea.
A place that shouldn't exist.
A still plane of shining code—beneath the deepest branches of the Root Tree—where the Fork's narrative logic pulsed in strong, rhythmic waves.
