The city was no longer silent.
It whispered.
Not through voices—
But through existence itself.
Buildings bent slightly, like they were trying to listen. Streets stretched unnaturally, distances no longer consistent. Time lagged in places, looping seconds into eternity.
And at the center of it all—
Tanvir stood.
Eyes half-open.Breathing slow.
Feeling everything.
"They're calling you," Tanzila said from behind.
Tanvir smiled faintly.
"No," he replied.
"They're remembering me."
Every structure, every atom, every fragment of reality—
Recognized him.
Like a forgotten god returning.
The ground beneath his feet cracked—not physically, but conceptually. Space fractured into thin, glowing lines.
"Stop this," Tanzila whispered.
Tanvir turned.
"Why?"
"Because this world… it doesn't deserve this."
He tilted his head.
"Deserve?"
The word felt foreign in his mouth.
A building in the distance folded inward—silently collapsing into nothing.
No explosion.
No debris.
Just—
Absence.
Tanzila's voice broke.
"You're killing everything…"
Tanvir looked at the distortion, almost peacefully.
"I'm freeing it."