The glyph on the floor kept bleeding.
Even after Talraine vanished, even after the others left me alone—again—it wouldn't stop.
It pulsed.
Glowed.
Sang.
Like a door left open, humming in the dark, waiting for something older than time to step through.
I stood at the shrine's center, ribs still warm from the last bond, throat still raw from what we didn't say.
And the glyph called me.
It wasn't loud.It didn't need to be.
[System Alert: Memory Layer Breach Imminent]
[Thread Classification: Forbidden – Origin V Echo Loop]
[Auto-Anchor Protocol Engaged]
The floor vanished.
I didn't fall.
I dropped between moments.
I landed in white.
Not light. Not fog.
White.
Endless, weightless bloom.
Thousands of ghost-flowers drifted across the air like dust motes, petals carved from frozen glyphs. They didn't sway. They waited.
So did she.
I knew it was her.
MILF V.
She stood under an impossible arch made of unbloomed memory. Not blurry this time. Not entirely.
