The instant before the pulse
The aerial net, the suspended tree, the echoes of Elah's notebook, Sayil's journey... everything seemed to have reached a serene climax.
But there was no explosion. There was no ascent. Only a perfect silence that enveloped all of Edenfall.
In that motionless moment, the world stopped searching. There were no more expectations.
There was no more learning . Only living.
And at that exact moment, when the desire disappeared, the real birth began.
The first manifestations
In Darnah-Ru, the earth began to emit a deep tone, as if beneath its surface the world were breathing.
It wasn't a tremor.
It was rhythm.
Sayil, still sitting in Varosk, opened her eyes for the first time since her arrival.
In her gaze, there was no future or past.
Only overwhelming presence.
In Syriem, a boy drew a flower no one had taught him. In Halveth, a blind woman saw a floating light that didn't blind.
In Velyra, people began to talk with such long pauses that the silence spoke louder than words.
III. The tree fragments of its own free will
In the city no one built, the suspended tree slowly dissolved , without pain or drama.
Each branch, each leaf, each root floated away in the form of tiny spheres, like conscious blessings.
They headed unguided to different parts of the world.
And where they landed, no flowers grew.
A capacity was born:
To see the invisible. Of feeling the unsaid. To listen to what does not yet have a voice.
The spiritual flora of Edenfall was no longer visible.
But it was in everyone.
The legacy of the non-founders
None of the emissaries, judges, or bearers claimed this birth.
Aeri left her robe at the foot of the lake. Kazun hung his sword on the withered tree. Lior stopped walking and began sowing nameless seeds. Mieral sat with children who had never heard of him… and listened.
No one founded anything.
Because the new didn't need a founder.
Elah and Sayil at the invisible crossing
No one saw it.
But somewhere in the world, Sayil and Elah walked together along a path that didn't exist.
At each step, they left no footprints…
but they changed the air.
Wherever they passed, the trees bent without wind. Birds sang in silence. The water paused briefly before flowing.
They weren't going to carry a message. They weren't going to found a cult. They were going to witness what was being born... without shaping it.
And on top of an unknown hill, they both sat.
Without speaking. Without drawing.
just held on.
Cities are emptied to be filled
In Varosk, Halveth, Syriem, and other ancient cities, the squares were emptied by collective decision.
Not out of fear. But because they knew they needed space for what was coming.
The temples closed their doors.
The texts were put away. The symbols were removed from their necks.
And the people waited.
Not for something to come,
but for something new to sprout from within.
VII. The final vibration of the pulse
On the night of the solstice, the world vibrated only once.
It wasn't a net. It wasn't a flower. It wasn't a voice.
It was a universal pulse.
Every living being in Edenfall felt it. And in that instant, they all remembered who they were before anyone told them what they should be.
And so the new world was born: Not with an explosion.
Not with a revelation. But with recognition.
END OF CHAPTER 139