I didn't sleep.
Not because I couldn't.
Because the system wouldn't let me.
[Threadweave Chamber – Active]
[New Bond Link: MILF V – Glyphborne Status: Fragmented]
[Emotion Sync: Incomplete][System Suggestion: Engage Bond Echo Sequence]
"Of course," I muttered. "Because nothing says recovery like emotional excavation with a half-seen MILF who speaks in riddles."
I stood alone in the shrine's inner sanctum. The others had left me space—Matron back in the pool chamber, Seraphine sharpening her sword with religious fury, Celestia negotiating with system ghosts through broken glyphwork. Talraine was the only one not present.
Which made it worse.
Because the air still felt like five.
The glyph on my chest—etched in silver fire—pulsed again. Not pain. Not pleasure.
A… call.
I stepped forward.
The air split like old code, and the chamber rearranged itself.
Not outward.
Inward.
I was no longer in the shrine.
I was somewhere between.
The ground was made of threads.
