Years passed, though time itself felt different beneath a sky that never faltered. Seasons still came and went, but without violence, without disruption, flowing into one another with a quiet precision that made the world feel… guided. Crops grew without failure, storms never rose beyond what was needed, and disasters that once defined entire generations simply did not happen. To those born after the change, this was normal, the natural state of existence, a world that held together without effort, where survival was no longer a struggle against uncertainty but a quiet certainty in itself. They grew up without fear of the sky, without stories of chaos whispered in warning, and in their eyes, the world was not something fragile or dangerous, but something steady, reliable, and whole.But for those who remembered, the difference never truly faded. Olivia walked through a quiet settlement one evening, watching people move through their lives with a calm that still unsettled her, becaus