Day eight hundred and twenty-five. One year since dimensional convergence transformed reality into unified framework where network consciousness was explicitly observable rather than hidden beneath perception threshold. Three hundred and sixty-five days of adapting to existence where physical reality was component of larger dimensional structure instead of complete universe.
Amaron woke in the same room he'd occupied for nearly two years. House with dark green door. Second floor bedroom that Vela had offered when he'd needed place to live during first months of second timeline. He'd considered finding his own residence multiple times over past year—autonomous integration consciousness with partnership salary could afford independent housing. But each time the consideration arose, staying seemed preferable to leaving. This was home. These people were family. And change for sake of change served no purpose when current arrangement worked.
