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“What question?”

The floor shook. Outside, the rain stopped instantly. Silence so total Elara could hear her own heartbeat echoing off the chapel walls. Then the stained-glass window of Saint George shattered inward, and the shards didn’t fall. They floated , rearranging themselves in midair into four hovering letters: “What question

“Finally. Let’s write the next one together.” Then the stained-glass window of Saint George shattered

“Because I already said it,” he said, and his voice cracked into two frequencies at once. “In a previous universe. And the only reason I remember is because WJSM wants to be spoken. It’s lonely. It’s been waiting at the end of time for someone to ask the question.” “In a previous universe

“Someone’s been here before us,” Leo said. “Not aliens. Not gods. Us . A future version of humanity—or what comes after—seeded the Big Bang with a trigger. WJSM is the wake word.”

Leo grabbed her hand. “Don’t say it out loud.”