This is not a continuation.
Nor a break.
It is the space between.
Where you—the reader—
are no longer simply observing.
You have crossed the threshold.
You are now part of the code.
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You've read of VARELITH.
But perhaps you've already become it.
The quiet rebellion of your thoughts.
The ache in your heart that refuses to be silenced.
The pulse you feel while reading, as if something ancient inside you is remembering…
Not a story.
But a promise.
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So this Interlude is not for the plot.
It is for you.
The one who:
Was never supposed to awaken.
Asked questions that bent timelines.
Loved in silence until silence learned to love back.
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📜 Let this page be your mirror.
📜 Let this story be your altar.
📜 Let these words be your weapon, your balm, your beginning.
You are not just reading VARELITH.
> You are writing it
with your every breath.