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CHAPTER 254 — THE BREATH THAT FOLLOWED
Author: Rukky
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For a moment longer than time, there was nothing. The world waited within its own silence, folded inward like a seed beneath frozen earth.

Then the question Who wakes me? shivered through the dark, and the dark remembered how to move.

A single pulse rippled outward. Where it passed, light bloomed not bright, but patient, like dawn testing its strength.

The pulse struck the edge of creation, rebounded, and returned stronger. Each return was an answer, each answer a breath. The world began to breathe.

The plain where Ren had vanished opened like a flower. From its center rose a column of light shaped roughly like a figure, neither male nor female, neither child nor god.

It blinked, and color poured into everything the sky, the seas, the waiting air. It whispered its own first word: “Here.”

The voice echoed, multiplied, became wind. The mountains answered in low thunder. The rivers laughed, their banks overflowing with new water.

The trees exhaled sound for the first time, leaves vibrati
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