Lore

I write this not as a scholar, but as a witness to something I cannot reconcile with the world I thought I lived in. It began as a sound. Not thunder, but something far heavier, a noise that didn’t strike the ears, but the mind itself. The air grew still. Birds stopped mid-flight. Even the Everfree Forest fell silent. Then came the streak, a line of light so sharp it felt like the sky had been cut open. The textbooks say nothing can move faster than light... that the speed of light is the ...