Òyì nke e mepụtara

Just certainty. “We stop fighting for control,” he says. “And start building the version that can hold both of us.” I feel it then. For the first time since regression, since the system, since everything… The power doesn’t feel like domination. It feels like possibility. The system speaks softly now. [Awaiting joint confirmation] The world is no longer ending. It is waiting to be rewritten correctly. I look at him. For a long moment. Every instinct I have built since regressing tells