Codka la wadaago

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.