The fall

Previously

…I stepped towards the pulsing core of the lattice. Lyra took my hand, her touch warm and surprisingly solid. As we approached, the threads of light seemed to reach out, to embrace us. The pattern pulsed, growing brighter, stronger. I felt a sense of belonging, of connection, that I had never known. The fear, the confusion, the amnesia – they began to dissolve, not into nothingness, but into understanding. I was not Elias Thorne, the one who divided. I was Elias Thorne, the one who was now choosing to unite. The ascent was not about escaping, but about returning. Returning to the truth of what was always, and would always be, one.