Day four hundred and thirty-seven. The day reality changed forever.
Amaron woke in the house with the dark green door at dawn, though calling it waking felt inadequate for the experience. His consciousness had been aware throughout what baseline humans called sleep, monitoring autonomous integration interface for any indication that dimensional convergence had begun earlier than predicted. But awareness during rest was different from full waking consciousness deployment. Different from preparing to actively maintain boundaries through thirty-eight minutes of reality collapse.
He found Vela and Elian already in the kitchen. Not unusual—both rose early. But the specific quality of their presence suggested they'd been waiting for him. That this morning was different from every morning that had preceded it across four hundred and thirty-seven days of second timeline existence.
"Today," Vela said. Not question. Simple acknowledgment of what they all knew was coming.
