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"No," she said aloud. Her voice was small, human, a rasp of carbon and water. "You don't get to be tired. You don't get to sigh and turn away. I called you here because your apathy is killing the laws of physics. The sun rose orange yesterday. My mother's ghost forgot her own name. Time is stuttering like a broken chant."

Behind her, the entities did not follow. But they listened. For the first time, they listened—not for prayers, but for footsteps. amirah adara higher entities

She stood up. The obsidian cut her knees, but she didn't feel it. "No," she said aloud

"Then learn," Amirah said. And she reached up—not with her hands, but with the echo of every lullaby her mother had ever sung, every skinned knee, every first kiss that tasted like rain. She reached up with the memory of being a child and believing that shadows were just shy of light. You don't get to sigh and turn away

She smiled, turned toward the distant lights of a village that no longer remembered her name, and walked home.

The Loom screamed. It was a sound that turned the air to glass and the glass to dust. But Amirah didn't flinch. She had already seen the shape of the lock. And she had already stolen the key—a tiny, ridiculous thing: the name of a star that the entities had forgotten they had named.