It absorbs.
The vibration intensifies.
The baby screams silently inside me.
The silver current tries to flare defensively.
But it falters.
This thing doesn’t respond to divine frequency.
It predates it.
Morgan stumbles backward.
“This is not entity.”
“Then what?” Kieran demands.
“It’s structural consciousness.”
The phrase makes no sense.
“It’s not alive like we are,” Morgan clarifies rapidly.
“It’s the original stabilizer. The First Flame wasn’t a blessing.”
“What was it?” I whisper.
Lilith answers softly.
“It was a patch.”
The world tilts.
The Moon Goddess didn’t create wolves into a perfect system.
She stabilized something older.
The First Flame was not origin.
It was intervention.
And now—
The intervention is thinning.
The black surface ripples.
A sound echoes t
