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Chapter 33 – The Origin Layer
Author: Wonderful65
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The sky fractured like glass. Shards of light cascaded across Astra's vision as the Merge unraveled before her eyes. But what spilled through wasn’t chaos, it was revelation. Beyond the crack, a third realm pulsed with an ancient, alien rhythm. Not her world. Not the Merge. This was something else entirely.

Astra stepped forward, instinct overriding hesitation. The shattered veil shimmered around her, like reality itself was holding its breath. And then, she passed through.

Colors bled and blurred, bleeding into each other like watercolors on drenched parchment. The ground beneath her felt both solid and intangible, vibrating with memory and meaning.

Buildings rose like coral, breathing, pulsing, alive. No walls. No windows. Just translucent structures of shifting emotion and embedded thought. "This is..." Astra’s voice trailed off. It was a question too vast to finish.

The Artifact within her chest pulsed, warm, eager, familiar. From the distance, a whisper echoed through the layered
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