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CHAPTER 167 — THE SECOND HEARTBEAT
It began not with sound, but with weight. The world pressed inward, heavy and alive, as if a hand the size of continents had clenched around the core of the earth. The air stilled.The pulse that had guided Jenna faltered, one beat, two, and then came again, slower, deeper, older.She stopped walking. Her feet sank slightly into the luminous soil, which rippled beneath her boots like a lake of breath. Around her, the half-born terrain trembled, lines of molten gold threading through it like veins beneath translucent skin.The second heartbeat wasn’t hers. It was larger. Colder, and familiar in a way that made her knees weaken.“Denilson,” she whispered, though her voice barely existed in the thick, breathing air.The name fractured the silence. Something shifted beyond the horizon, a tremor that ran through the bones of the newborn world. And then a shape began to rise from the distance, dragging light behind it like torn cloth.A figure formed, or tried to. The being that stepped thr
CHAPTER 166 — THE PULSE BENEATH HER SKIN (Part II)
The silence was unbearable. No wind. No breath. No sound at all, only the dull vibration still ringing inside Jenna’s bones, as though the air itself were waiting to remember how to exist.The light that had erupted from the spire hung frozen in the sky, suspended mid-collapse, its threads quivering like glass filaments in the moment before they shatter. The figure stood at its center, Denilson and not Denilson, the outline of a man carved out of light and shadow both.He looked human only when she blinked. When her vision steadied, he was something else entirely: vast, winged, faceless, each motion fracturing him into impossible geometries.The curve of a shoulder became a horizon. The tilt of his head sent ripples through the still sky, and yet, beneath all that enormity, Jenna could still feel him. The ache. The quiet. The love that had once made her feel infinite.She took a single step forward. Her voice, when it came, was so small it felt like an intrusion. “Denilson?His head t
CHAPTER 166 — THE PULSE BENEATH HER SKIN (Part I)
The ground was breathing. Jenna’s palms pressed into the earth, and it shuddered beneath her touch, soft as muscle, warm as something alive. The light that had once burned white-hot across the horizon now seeped through cracks in the ground in molten threads, glimmering like veins beneath skin.The air itself trembled not with sound, but with heartbeat. She drew a ragged breath. The wind tasted of copper and salt. It smelled like memory like the moments before he died.Denilson’s name hovered on her tongue, but the syllables fractured in her throat. The world pulsed once, and she felt it echo in her chest, as if the rhythm of her own body had been claimed by something larger.You feel it too, don’t you?The voice brushed her mind like fingers over the back of her neck. It wasn’t a sound it was a pressure, a suggestion. The voice of the world. Or of him.Jenna rose unsteadily. Her boots sank into the strange, spongelike ground that gave beneath her weight but never broke. Ahead, the va
Chapter 165 – The Garden That Remembers
(Jenna)The forest breathed with her. Each step Jenna took reshaped the land, the luminous glass beneath her feet softened into soil, warm and fragrant, as though the ground remembered how to be alive. The air hummed faintly, carrying echoes of laughter that had never been spoken.It wasn’t sound exactly. More like the memory of sound, threading through her body, reverberating between her ribs. The world was trying to learn her language, syllable by trembling syllable.She whispered to it.“Stay.” and it did.The soil settled, darkened, deepened. From the roots of the crystalline trees sprouted shoots of green, tender as eyelids. The faint hum around her grew richer, taking on the tonal warmth of a heartbeat.For the first time since the collapse, there was color. A sky of pale rose, a ground of shimmering moss.Light that smelled faintly of rain.It was beautiful, too beautiful. And terrifying, because she understood what it meant: this was not the Earth reborn, not the world as it h
Chapter 164 – First Dawn
(Jenna)Light.It began as a pressure, not a glow, the weight of something vast trying to enter her lungs. Jenna’s first breath felt heavy with ash and gold, as though she were inhaling the memory of stars. When she opened her eyes, the sky above was not the one she remembered.It was neither day nor night. The firmament rippled like silk brushed by wind, the colors shifting between pale fire and dawn’s earliest blush. The ground beneath her, if it could still be called ground, was glass-smooth and translucent, the texture of cooled light.She sat up slowly. Her reflection stared back from the mirrored surface: pale, exhausted, streaked with veins of faint luminescence beneath her skin. The shimmer pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.She pressed her hand against her chest and felt it again, that soft, steady thrum that did not belong to her alone.Denilson. It was still there, faint but sure, woven through her like an echo in her blood.A breeze stirred. It didn’t carry air so much a
Chapter 163 – The Breath Between Worlds (Part II – The Return of Form)
The fall did not end. It softened, Jenna’s body drifted like a feather through darkness that was not empty but full of murmuring. Beneath the silence, she could hear whispers like thoughts before they become words.Every whisper carried the same rhythm, the same syllable, denilson, denilson, denilsonWhen she opened her eyes again, the dark had turned to a dim grey twilight. She was lying on something that felt like the surface of still water. Above her hung a ceiling of mist, slow-moving, heavy with light that had forgotten its color.The air itself had weight. When she inhaled, she felt it pushing back, as if the void resented being turned into breath.She sat up. Every movement sent waves across the pale floor, spreading in concentric circles until they met the edges of nothing.He was nowhere, but the space remembered him.The ripples left faint trails of light as they moved outward, his pulse, she thought, some remnant of his presence that refused to fade completely.Jenna touche
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