Silence expanded like a new dimension. The void, once fractured, once full of Aria’s breath and Jason’s heartbeat, now pulsed with a single, unified rhythm.Gold and white threads spiraled around the new being as if orbiting their source, trembling like they recognized something older than the Architect itself.The Unity hovered above the broken remnants of Threadspace, their form shifting fluidly, not a body exactly, but a silhouette of woven light, shaped by memory and will.Where Aria once stood: grace, focus, a healer’s steadiness. Where Jason once stood: curiosity, defiance, the spark of creation. Where both stood: something greater, something balanced.A voice echoed from the luminous figure: “We are here.”The Architect reeled back as if struck. For the first time, its mirrored frame showed true instability, fractures crawling along its surface like spiderweb cracks, light leaking from within. “IMPOSSIBLE.”Its voice cracked through six layers of static. “YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED