"The next marker is at the statue," she said, her voice a steady anchor. "But Elias, this isn't just a race anymore. The world is... rewriting itself."
Elias didn't lift. He knew that to find the story’s end, he had to drive through the transition, not away from it. The air grew cold, filled with the scent of ozone and old parchment. "Look!" Sarah shouted, pointing at the sky. "The next marker is at the statue," she
The sky above the sprawling metropolis of Northwoods didn't just change; it fractured. " she said