CHAPTER 275 — THE POINT OF NO RETURN
The world did not wait. That was the difference now. Before—Instability spread. Slow. Gradual. Now—It accelerated. Not because something forced it. Because something had changed. The hesitation—Was fading. And with it—The balance.
Far beyond the eastern city—A coastline fractured. Not with destruction. Not with force. With contradiction. The ocean—Split. Not physically. Not violently. Conceptually. For a brief moment—It flowed in two directions. Then—It didn't know which one to follow. And so—It did neither. A section of water—Hung. Suspended. Neither falling—Nor remaining. And beneath it—The shore twisted. Half eroded. Half untouched. Both—Real. Neither—Stable.
