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CHAPTER 92: THE WEIGHT OF STAYING WHOLE
Author: Aviela
last update2025-12-14 06:49:28

Containment did not feel like chains.

That was the first lie Kai understood.

There were no walls. No restraints. No commands echoing in his skull. No invisible hand forcing compliance.

Instead, there was pressure.

A constant, omnipresent weight pressing inward from every directionlike the universe itself leaning just slightly too close, waiting to see if he would buckle.

Kai stood alone in a space that wasn’t a room.

It resembled one only because his mind needed reference points: a flat plane beneath his feet, a horizon made of dim, colorless light, a ceiling that existed only when he thought to look up.

This was not a dream.

This was not the Void.

This was the Containment Lattice, the internal architecture imposed by the Null Directive, nested inside his Paradox Core.

He could feel it humming.

Not sound.

Structure.

Every thought Kai had arrived already measured.

Not censored—weighted.

Ideas bent slightly as they formed, pulled toward equilibrium. Aggressive impulses diffused before t
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