Falling.
But not through air.
Not through space.
Through something else entirely.
Nyxara couldn't feel gravity.
Couldn't feel direction.
There was no up.
No down.
No sense of movement
And yet, they were moving.
Fast.
The world they left behind if it could even be called a world collapsed into nothing behind them.
Sealed.
Gone.
"…this was not part of the plan," Cassian muttered.
Nyxara didn't answer.
Because she was focused on something else.
The silence.
Not empty.
Not calm.
Wrong.
The threads were gone.
Not hidden.
Not distant.
Gone.
And for the first time since everything began
Nyxara couldn't feel them.
Her chest tightened slightly.
"…Cassian."
"…yeah?"
"I can't see them."
A pause.
"…the threads?"
"Yes."
Silence followed.
Not reassuring.
Because the threads had always been there.
Always present.
Always underlying everything.
Even when they didn't understand them
They existed.
But now
Nothing.
