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[33] SS1 - Designation: 66835 Continuation
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The dust on the far end of the Moon did not shift. No wind existed to carry it. And yet, a tremor whispered through the dustless silence...chakra rippling across vacuum like sound in a forgotten chamber.
At the exact center of Coordinate 66835, he stood.
Designation: 66835.
Prototype of perception.
Forbidden survivor of Experiment True Eye.
A crater hollowed by eons had become his prison...and his womb. Spiral patterns had long since etched into the white stone beneath his bare feet, pulsing dimly with a recursive glow that mirrored his still-closed, void-black eyes.
He waited. As commanded.
Until today.
From beyond the crater's edge, a shadow emerged. Not cast by light, but by absence. A ripple of not-being. And then: Kali.
She did not walk. She displaced... each step rewriting her location, her body stitched in place with threads of moonlight and chakra code. Her robe shimmered in strands of ancient sequence, animated glyphs crawling up her spine like silent insects.
She stopped precisely 3.33 meters from him.
"You left the Coordinate."
Her voice arrived before her mouth moved. Cold. Measured. Laced with authority that had long since ceased to question its right to command.
"You were instructed to remain within Coordinate 66835 until full ascension."
66835 did not move. But his hands flexed—reflexes dull with memory of Earth's gravity.
"You went to Earth," she continued. "And met the inheritor of Shingan. The Key."
"Why?"
No reply.
So Kali approached. Slowly. She brought up one hand...translucent with veins of encoded chakra... and reached for his face.
66835 did not resist.
Her fingers slid beneath his eyelids and forced them open.
Void met fractal.
She leaned closer, eyes narrowing as she examined the black oceans that spun behind his corneas—echoes of data, chakra symmetries, spirals of consciousness still unraveling.
"HoHoHo," she said, an echo of delight buried under layers of apathy, "You are maturing quite well."
She stepped back, satisfied.
"About a decade left. Then you'll complete perception ascension. True chakra recursion. Complete Eye Spiral unlock. The final protocol of the Descent Program."
66835 finally spoke. Voice brittle, echoing faintly like it had traveled from deep underground.
"…I needed to see him. The one with the eyes. To remember why we began."
Kali's expression darkened.
"There is no why anymore. Only instruction. And obedience. You were the last viable design. The Threefold Needle Grid was gifted to you...threaded into your spine at the cost of a planet's life."
"You are not a self. You are a being meant for Lord. So, is the Inheritor."
The crater pulsed once...chakra reacting to her voice. The spiral under 66835's feet hummed faintly.
"Lord K-0 gave you a vector to stay. Observe. Complete. Do not initiate descent again."
66835 lowered his eyes.
But something flickered inside them. A trace of what the Shingan had mirrored in Neji...a question.
"Why… is the Spiral built to blind us?"
Kali's head tilted.
"So that only the worthy reopen it."
She turned, robe fluttering in nonexistent wind, beginning to leave—but paused.
"The Earth child...Neji Hyuga. He has contact traces of unauthorized resonance. The spiral responds to him."
"This is… troubling."
Her voice dropped low, almost muttering to herself.
"If he reaches the recursion threshold early, the Master may wake before the Pattern aligns."
She turned her head...just enough for 66835 to see one eye.
"If that happens… purge protocol will activate. And you will be the one to eliminate him."
66835 remained silent.
"This is the last grace," she said. "Next breach, your designation will be sealed."
She vanished. The crater quieted.
And 66835 slowly looked up… toward the pale blue dot in the far-off sky.