The seventh month on Terra-7712 did not begin with the rising of the sun, but with the rising of the "Soul-tide." Every inhabitant of the planet, from the high-altitude researchers in the Andes to the deep-sea divers in the Mariana Trench, woke up with a sensation of "Weightless Joy." The physical laws of the secular world were no longer merely being bent; they were being "Sublimated."
The gravity of the Earth felt like a gentle suggestion, and the air itself tasted of "Sweetened Morning Dew."
This was the "Final Contractions of Reality," a period where the high-density narrative of a Tier 50 Source-Warrior's daughter was merging with the low-density fabric of a mortal world.
Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was a swirling nebula of gold and violet light. The Sentinel-Spirits stood in a rigid, protective circle around the perimeter, their many-eyed forms humming a "Frequency of Protection" that kept the tectonic plates from shifting under the sheer pressure of the event.
