"Oh no," he whispered. "Oh no, oh no, oh no."
I see you now, Aris. I see the mark. You are not entirely human either. You are a fragment of the same lock, scattered across this world to keep the door shut. But I was made to fit the keyhole. I couldn't help myself. I had to turn. Ffh4x V14
The spiral birthmark was gone.
Aris saw it: a tear in the fabric of the bunker's air, hanging between the cracked cylinder and the concrete wall. Beyond it, not darkness, not light, but a color he had no name for. And in that color, shapes that moved like thoughts, like intentions, like the afterimages of stars that had died before Earth was born. "Oh no," he whispered