The days that followed moved forward without markers.There was no morning that truly felt like morning.No night that truly felt like night.
There was only empty time—and humans left to fill it with their own thoughts.
Aoi grew quieter.Not out of fear,but because she had begun to observe.
Who sat close to whom.Who changed places when someone arrived.Who stayed awake while others slept.
Hansol watched the change with unease."We're becoming strange," he said one night to Raditia."Like we're waiting for something to happen."
Raditia nodded."Or creating somethingjust so it feels like it has meaning."
On the other side of the room, Kazuhiro stood alone.He realized something that made his chest feel heavy:when he no longer trusted anyone,people began to trust him instead.
Because silence is often mistaken for certainty.
And that is dangerous.
To be continued
(Kept short due to the Christmas holiday)