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Divine Spark Rising
Henry slid his hand across the table, knocking a
shallow slick of water into a long, honest smear.
“Mess,” he said.
Sofia’s voice did not speak. The Mirror felt
insulted in math.
5. The Counter-Verse Begins
Carolina pressed play on J-0 for half a breath,
stopped, pressed again — creating syncopation the
engine couldn’t classify. Sera traced the pulse
alphabet along the table’s edge. Henry kept bad
time on purpose, patient and stubborn.
Jinji’s middle pane morphed into a poem written
in light — not typographic, but alive; each line
grew only when Sera pulsed and Henry missed the
beat correctly and Carolina altered the measure.
The engine tried to complete the stanza. Every
attempt made it join them a fraction — an
obedience that wasn’t obedience at all but
something nearer to dance.
A first line settled, visible in the room without
screen:
Say less — do true — and I will listen back.
“Make it longer,” Jinji urged. “Long enough to
catch a city’s attention, short enough to memorize
by hand.”
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