The air still quivered from the storm of birth.
The chamber lay silent now, though silence no longer meant peace. The walls still breathed faint static, as if the metal itself remembered what had just happened — what had arrived.
He stood in the center of it all.
Naked, gleaming with the sheen of nanite fluid, his form shimmered between the organic and the impossible. Light crawled across his skin like veins made of memory. The air around him bent slightly, like gravity itself was reconsidering its allegiance.
For a long moment, he did nothing.
Only breathing — though even that seemed wrong. Each exhale carried a faint shimmer of data, dissipating like code dissolving in open air.
