The rain did not stop when morning came.It softened, thinned into a gray curtain that blurred the city into something unfinished, as if the world itself had not fully decided what shape it wanted to keep. Adam woke to that sound—the persistent whisper of water against glass—and for a few seconds, he did not remember where he was or why his bones felt as if they had been hollowed out and refilled with lead.Then the fracture stirred.It no longer screamed when he surfaced from sleep. That alone unsettled him.The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. No hum from the refrigerator, no distant sirens, no muffled voices from neighboring units. The silence pressed in, dense and watchful, like the pause before something moved.Adam pushed himself upright on the couch. Every muscle protested, but he ignored it. Pain was familiar. Silence was not.Lilith sat on the floor a few feet away, back against the wall, knees drawn to her chest. She hadn’t slept. He could tell by the tension in her shoulders

The city did not sleep.Even as the night deepened, windows remained lit far longer than they should have been. Televisions murmured in living rooms where no one was watching. Phones buzzed with half-formed alerts that vanished the moment they appeared. Somewhere beneath the noise of ordinary life, a quieter rhythm pulsed—slow, deliberate, patient.Adam felt it with every step.They moved through back streets and alleys, avoiding open spaces instinctively now. The world had begun to behave like a nervous animal—unpredictable, easily startled, prone to sudden violence when pressed too far. Every passing stranger carried a faint echo, a whisper of something listening through them, measuring, cataloging.Lilith walked beside Adam, her shoulders tight, her eyes constantly scanning reflections—storefront glass, puddles on the pavement, the dark sheen of parked cars. She had learned the hard way that the first sign of intrusion was often not sight, but symmetry. Things lining up too neatly.

The streets were no longer safe. Not in the way they once had been, not in the ordinary sense of danger that involved petty crime or accidents. The city had begun to breathe differently, a slow, suffocating rhythm that was almost imperceptible but impossible to ignore. Windows reflected a faint shimmer of movement, as if the air itself had mass, and shadows stretched unnaturally, clinging to walls and corners as though alive.Adam moved with Lilith and Kaleb through an alley that smelled faintly of mildew and oil. He didn’t speak. Words were pointless here. His senses were stretched thin, picking up every shift in pressure, every subtle distortion, every trace of the lattice threading through the city’s bones. Malrick whispered from within, a presence that now flickered between the edges of Adam’s consciousness and partial physical manifestation, like a second shadow walking beside him.They are forming nodes, Malrick said. Attention, fear, trust—all of it collected. They will become