The collapse doesn’t explode outward.
It compresses inward.
Like reality swallowing itself just to make space for us.
Then everything goes white for half a second.
No sound.
No pressure.
Just absence.
When it returns, the field is different.
Not destroyed.
Rewritten.
The ground is still there.
But it feels reconstructed, like it was reloaded from a saved state.
He notices it instantly.
So do I.
We didn’t break the world.
We forced it to restart locally.
The system speaks again.