Chapter 163
Author: Drew Pen
last update2026-06-15 23:52:03

The next morning, the architecture asked a question no one had prepared for.

Not through text.

Not through symbols.

Through absence.

Lily noticed it first.

She arrived before sunrise, coffee in hand, expecting to find the familiar constellation drifting above the display field.

Instead, only eight lights floated there.

She stopped.

The missing node was impossible to overlook.

For a moment she thought the system had suffered a fault.

A monitoring panel appeared in front of her before she could e
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