He had broken it, but not shattered it. No the loop still lingered like smoke in old cloth . However, something had cracked. The ninth had ended. A new day had come. But with it came questions.

  Hunger, yes but of what ? The whisper of something ancient in his bones. Gb?.

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  And now, the world felt different. Not safer … never safer, but clearer, heavier. As if time itself had taken notice of him.

  The storm had passed, but its echo remained in his chest. And deep down, beneath the relief and the dread, a thought curled like steam from a wound:

  What do I do now that I know?

  im so excited to start the next arc!

  no yapping this time