Fragment // 01
Lines aren't borders; they're invitations. Follow them without asking why.
Recovered shards since ignition. FORCEN.D sutures lost meaning and files the silence.
Heartbeat and coherence in the now-channel. The shield hums.
Probability blips ahead. Not prophecy — guidance.
Lines aren't borders; they're invitations. Follow them without asking why.
Absence isn't empty. It's space reserved for those who can see.
If you share it, it weakens. If you guard it, it grows.