The first time a living being heard the walls speak, they didn't understand what had happened. Kael was there when it occurred—a young descendant named Vera, barely twenty cycles old, who had been sent to maintain the memorial node in the eastern reaches. She had been cleaning the inscription panels, her work routine and unremarkable, when suddenly she dropped her tools and sat down heavily on the stone floor. When Kael reached her, she was trembling, tears streaming down her face, but her expression held something closer to revelation than pain. "It answered me," she whispered. "I asked why I was here, why any of us bother continuing, and the wall— the wall told me." Kael knelt beside her, keeping his own resonance quiet so her experience could remain undisturbed. "What did it say?" "I don't know how to explain it. Not words exactly. But I understood. The memorial told me that existence doesn't need reasons to continue—it just continues, and in the continuing, reasons emerge.
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