The first revision spread without violence. No worlds exploded. No stars collapsed. No threads snapped. That was what made it terrifying.Prime watched as the black script suspended above the Weave dissolved into countless fragments of ink. Each fragment drifted downward like ash after a fire, settling upon different regions of existence.Where they landed... Reality continued. But it continued differently.Jason stared at a nearby cluster. "Something's wrong." Prime followed his gaze. A civilization that had always been known for exploration had stopped launching ships. Their skies, once crowded with vessels chasing distant horizons, were suddenly empty.The people remembered building them. They remembered dreaming of the stars. But the desire itself... Had been revised. "They've lost their curiosity," Jason whispered. The Visitor closed their eyes. "No."When they opened them again, sorrow filled their ancient gaze. "They still possess curiosity."A pause. "They simply no longer beli