—
The moment Hoshiro spoke, the temple responded.
The golden lines surged outward—flowing into the ground, the sky, and deep into the broken Spiral networks buried beneath the Earth.
Every former Spiral user across Tokyo felt it at once.
A pressure.
A presence.
A *pull*.
—
In a quiet apartment, a woman froze mid-step as her clock reversed three seconds. Then again.
In a subway tunnel, a man's shadow detached from his body—walking ahead of him.
Across the city, fragments of unreconciled Spiral memory began *manifesting.*
But this time, they weren't glitches.
They were *echoes taking form*.
—
Ayame stabilized her breath. "The Aletheia system isn't just restoring memories—it's giving them shape."
"Thought into form," Kazuki muttered. "We're about to be surrounded by things that *shouldn't exist.*"
—
Inside the temple, Lyric's form shimmered briefly—like static in human shape.
He looked at Hoshiro.
"This is only the beginning. Aletheia is no longer sleeping. Reality is remembering… everything at once."
—
Outside, the sky cracked open—
Not physically.
Conceptually.
And something began to step through.
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