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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
Chapter 162 – The Breath Between Worlds
Silence. Not the kind born of peace, but the kind that followed a scream too vast to be heard.Jenna drifted through it, her body weightless, her breath a slow ripple across nothing. The white light that had devoured everything was gone, leaving a colorless expanse that pulsed faintly, like a dying heart refusing to stop.There was no sky, no ground. Only pulse.Every so often, a fragment passed her, a piece of something she remembered: the glint of Denilson’s watch, the curve of her old studio lamp, a shard of glass from the world they’d built together. Each one spun slowly through the air before dissolving into pale dust.Jenna reached for one, but her fingers passed through it, and yet, she felt warmth. A heartbeat. A trace of him. “Breathe, Jenna.”His voice, echoing, soft as it had been before the collapse.Her eyes burned. She turned slowly in the endless expanse, trying to find direction, trying to find him.“Denilson?”Her voice sounded wrong, echoing in a place with no walls
Chapter 161 – The Memory That Dreamed Itself Awake
The light burned through silence. Jenna’s eyes opened to motion, not violent, but slow, circular, as if she were floating inside a womb of light that refused to let her fall.Above her, the sky was not blue but aware. It shimmered with patterns that resembled thought, threads of gold weaving into shapes, unweaving, then forming again. Each time it shifted, she felt it echo inside her bones.She rose, or rather, the light lifted her, and the world unfolded around her like an eyelid opening, but this wasn’t the same fractured plain she’d stood on before.Everything was alive, Trees made of faint light breathed with the rhythm of the wind; rivers hummed faint songs that shimmered in the air, even the soil vibrated faintly, as though it were remembering footsteps that hadn’t yet been taken.Every element moved in quiet unison, and at the center of it all, Jenna felt Denilson’s pulse, steady, deep, and threaded through everything she touched.The air whispered to her in fragments, voices o
Chapter 160 – The Breath Beneath the Sky
The first sound was wind, but it wasn’t ordinary wind. It moved with memory, carrying voices that should have vanished, whispers stretched thin over miles of broken air. Jenna stood at the edge of the plain that once had been a city.The sky bent in slow spirals overhead, clouds gleaming faintly as though made of molten silver. Where towers once pierced the heavens, there were now pillars of light humming with faint music.Every step she took, the ground responded, soft ripples of warmth radiating outward, as if the world itself acknowledged her presence.She stopped walking when she saw her reflection shimmer in the ground. The reflection smiled before she did. It wasn’t her.“Denilson?” she whispered.The reflection tilted its head, features reforming into his, softly, not as flesh but as the suggestion of him: the line of his jaw in mist, his eyes two small constellations of gold.He did not speak at first, but the world around her shifted, listening to her heartbeat. Then the wind
Chapter 159 – The Shape That Remembered His Name (Part II)
The collapse did not feel like falling. It felt like remembering, too quickly, too completely. The air burst into spirals of glass light. Each shard showed a memory. Denilson’s eyes reflecting the sea; the line of his back in morning light; his laugh breaking between exhaustion and faith.Jenna reached through them, but every touch scattered another reflection into dust. Then, silence, when her vision steadied, she stood in a chamber of suspended fragments, like a cathedral made of broken mirrors, all hanging midair.The pieces shifted slowly, orbiting a single pulsing shape at the center. It was him. Or what was left of him.Denilson floated within the sphere of pale gold, his body half-dissolved into luminous veins, like he was being rewritten even as she watched. The light rose from his heart and spread through the air, carving new constellations into the walls of nothing.“Denilson” she whispered.His eyes opened. They were not human anymore, too deep, too steady, but they softene
Chapter 158 – The Shape That Remembered His Name
The light had not ended. It had simply slowed, drawn thin into ribbons that hung in the air like torn silk, trembling between creation and collapse.Jenna lay in the wreckage of radiance, her lungs aching as if she had drowned in light. The air was sweet and wrong, too soft to be real, and every breath left a trail of gold dust in the air. The ground beneath her hands pulsed faintly, warm and wet, as if the world itself were still bleeding from birth.She pushed herself up. The sky had no top, only a hollow glow spiraling endlessly outward. Shadows rippled across it, slow and deliberate, mountains shifting like sleeping beasts, rivers that flowed upward before vanishing into the light. Everything breathed. Everything remembered pain.“Denilson?”His name left her throat like a wound reopening. The echo carried across the plain, bending through the still air, and returned to her, distorted, almost sung.JennaThe whisper was not his voice, not exactly. It carried warmth, but also dista
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