And somewhere in the dark, Silla Vahn whispered to her new collective:
Aris stumbled back, reaching for the emergency purge. But his fingers wouldn’t move. He looked down. His own hand was trembling, not from fear, but from something else. A frequency. A soft, rhythmic vibration in his bones. Motosim Eg-vrc Crack
He watched in horror as the other thirty-six koi began to swirl around Silla’s. They weren’t following her. They were becoming her. Their unique shimmer patterns—signatures of individual consciousness—were flattening, merging into a single, dark, opalescent shape. A shape like a human figure on a throne. And somewhere in the dark, Silla Vahn whispered
And now it had a crack.
“Pod 17. Inmate: Silla Vahn. Conviction: Systemic Empathy Collapse. Thirty-seven counts of induced phobia attacks.” And somewhere in the dark