Chapter 163
Author: DISME
last update2026-05-27 23:13:38

The room held the old page like a new variable introduced into a long-stable equation.

Not disruptive.

Just quietly recalibrating everything around it.

Celeste placed the loose sheet on the table between them, aligning its edges with the open notebook as though respecting an invisible grid. The faded ink caught the low light differently than their recent entries—thinner, more hesitant in places, yet carrying the same underlying pulse.

Ren watched the paper with an expression that was neither gu
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