Aliver did not leave his house immediately.
If the world had shifted once…
It could shift again.
Patterns can be tested.
He waited until the exact same hour.
Then he walked the same path.
Same pace. Same steps.
He stood at the exact location.
Nothing.
Pedestrians passed by casually.
No distortion.
No fracture.
Aliver checked the time.
A few seconds left.
Wind brushed past him.
Footsteps rushed from behind—
But this time, he turned first.
A man ran forward, expression tense.
A horn blared.
White headlights cut through the street.
Exactly as before.
Except—
Aliver stepped aside.
The car sped past him.
No collision.
No blood.
The running man froze, confused, as if he had forgotten his role.
For a brief moment—
The crowd's movements slowed.
Not stopped.
Just… delayed.
The air trembled.
And in that instant—
Aliver saw shapes forming above.
Not cracks.
Geometry.
Angles aligning like silent equations.
Then everything returned to normal.
The man blinked and continued walking.
The street resumed its rhythm.
Aliver stared at his own hand.
He had interfered.
Not with the world entirely.
But with an event.
His lips curved slightly.
"So… it isn't absolute."
For the first time—
He did not feel like part of the current.
He felt like someone standing beside the stage.
Watching the script unfold.
And perhaps…
Beginning to rewrite a single line.