The first ripple is a warning. You don’t know it yet, but the surface has already lied to you. The lake looks calm, delicate, almost holy in its quiet. Then the glass begins to break, not with chaos, but with a careful, creeping line of shadow. It moves like intention, like hunger, like some old patient intelligen… Continues…
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