The heavens above me cracked.
But nothing fell.
The clouds stopped moving.
The stars flickered, then froze.
It was as if the sky had opened its mouth to speak—
but forgot what it was about to say.
> LOGOS hummed.
A new command was forming:
"Truth Too Ancient to Collapse."
That's when I realized…
> The sky wasn't broken.
It was waiting for me to remember it.