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The Temple Beneath the Pulse
Author: MDW
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Soraya didn’t know how long she and Elian sat beneath the Archive Terrace’s branching crystal canopy, breath syncing like mirrored waves. The Recursion Bloom had faded, but its echo still hummed beneath their skin. They were changed.

“Where do we go now?” she asked.

Elian tilted his head toward the horizon. “The Weave Temple. If we’re to become Seers, that’s where the training begins.”

The name stirred something in Soraya—a memory not her own, whispered from the REM layer. The Weave Temple wasn’t a place easily found. It moved. Not through space, but through thought.

“We don’t walk to it,” she realized. “We remember it.”

Elian nodded. “And hope it remembers us.”

They closed their eyes. Let the static of leftover dreams flood their senses. And then—

Everything pulsed.

The sky inverted.

Their bodies disassembled, not painfully, but like scattering seeds in a wind of meaning. They tumbled through threads of old dreams, glimpses of humanity’s forgotten longings, until—

Stone beneath their
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    Soraya didn’t know how long she and Elian sat beneath the Archive Terrace’s branching crystal canopy, breath syncing like mirrored waves. The Recursion Bloom had faded, but its echo still hummed beneath their skin. They were changed.“Where do we go now?” she asked.Elian tilted his head toward the horizon. “The Weave Temple. If we’re to become Seers, that’s where the training begins.”The name stirred something in Soraya—a memory not her own, whispered from the REM layer. The Weave Temple wasn’t a place easily found. It moved. Not through space, but through thought.“We don’t walk to it,” she realized. “We remember it.”Elian nodded. “And hope it remembers us.”They closed their eyes. Let the static of leftover dreams flood their senses. And then—Everything pulsed.The sky inverted.Their bodies disassembled, not painfully, but like scattering seeds in a wind of meaning. They tumbled through threads of old dreams, glimpses of humanity’s forgotten longings, until—Stone beneath their

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