(Measurement → actualisation as morphism selection)
Liora reached a vast lake, perfectly still, holding all possible ripples in its luminous surface—spirals that had not yet spun, rings that had not yet radiated, waves that had not yet crested.
Above it hovered a suspended drop of water.
When it fell, only one ripple pattern spread across the lake.
“Why this one?” she asked the lake.
“Because the world’s ability met one inclination,” the lake sang.
“A cut in readiness. Nothing collapsed; it was simply enough.”
The ghost-ripples she had sensed earlier didn’t vanish; they had never been events. They were pressures in the shape of the lake’s potential, dispositions waiting for a condition to be met.
Only one found its partner.
Only one became.
Measurement, she saw, was not destruction.
Just consummation.
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