At the edge of the world, Liora paused. There was no threshold, only a thickening of attention.
The elders had told her the universe was a structure. Others said it was a struggle. Still others said it was a lesson.
She listened instead.
Beneath her feet, the ground vibrated — not with movement, but with readiness. Every step she might take was already humming, waiting to be cut into being.
She stepped.
The world did not complete itself.
It answered.
Liora laughed, because now she knew:
meaning does not arrive from above,
nor emerge from below.
It happens with.
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