LIGHT 24: A Glimpse of Truth

LUMIRA LIGHT24 — A Glimpse of Truth

As the collapse continued spreading from place to place, Elia stayed beside Lumira, who still lay fallen and unmoving.

The boundary light covering the sealed zone trembled again and again, and each time, the outline of space warped unsteadily. In the distance, the light of the guardians sent to maintain the seals flickered in fragments, while white beams crossed through different areas, marking new collapse reactions as they appeared.

Yet at the center, there was only silence.

Too much silence.

Lumira lay on the stone floor with her eyes closed.

White particles drifted over her hair, and the faint remaining light touched her cheek. Elia knelt beside her and extended her wavering white glow to check her breathing.

She was still breathing.

But her consciousness had not returned.

She had not vanished.

And yet she would not come back.

The stable zone, too, had begun to lose strength slowly.

The membrane of light that had protected the residents shrank inward little by little, and the lines of light left across the floor grew pale and thin. The white radiance that had pushed the collapse back was quietly retreating with time.

It won’t hold.

Elia’s gaze fell to Lumira’s arm.

There, only one thing remained. A single luminous marking on Lumira’s arm had not disappeared.

The white line continued to pulse in silence.

The weaker the light across her body became, the sharper that one line appeared.

Its pulse was regular.

But it did not match Lumira’s breathing or heartbeat.

It did not match the markings of the guardians, either.

Something independent existed there.

Something is wrong.

Elia continued observing that pulse.

A collapse reaction occurred in the distance.

Boundary light vanished for a single instant.

A stable zone shrank.

All of it happened at the same interval as the pulse of the marking.

It was not coincidence.

Elia spread her observation light.

As if to confirm it.

As if to deny it.

Reaction records sent from each area rose around her as white particles.

Collapse zones.

Evacuation areas.

Around the sealing lines.

Distant observation points.

The places were different.

But every abnormal reaction trembled with the same rhythm.

They are connected.

At the moment that certainty deepened, the marking on Lumira’s arm changed.

In time with the pulse, the inside of the white line began to glow faintly.

Fine patterns surfaced there, as if another layer existed within the light.

A record had appeared inside the marking.

Fragmented images.

Broken strings of words.

Fading traces.

None of them were complete.

But they were unmistakably records of the past.

Elia brought her light closer.

She did not want to lose them.

The record trembled unsteadily, yet little by little, it took shape.

What appeared there was a collapse reaction very similar to the one unfolding now.

The loss of boundaries.

The disturbance of light.

The shrinking of stable zones.

And traces of existence vanishing away.

This collapse was not the first.

It had happened before.

Elia followed the record further.

The fragments began to connect, one by one.

Then a single shared word surfaced.

Erosion.

It was the same phenomenon occurring now.

But the record did not end there.

What had been eroded was not the collapse zone.

It was records concerning existence itself.

Traces that someone had been there.

Proof that someone had acted.

Records that should have remained.

All of them had disappeared.

As if they had never existed at all.

Elia’s white light trembled faintly.

They are being erased.

Records and all.

The marking pulsed more strongly.

The white particles spreading around them shook.

As if answering that reaction, part of the old record domain managed by the guardians opened.

From the depths of a space that had been sealed shut, records long asleep began to appear.

There was a figure that resembled Lumira.

The form was unclear.

No name remained.

Much of the record had been erased.

Even so, one thing could be understood.

There had been others like her before.

And they, too, had been involved in collapse.

But the record broke off midway.

Nothing remained at the end.

They had vanished through erosion.

The same.

Lumira’s image crossed Elia’s mind.

At that time, deep inside the sealed zone, Lumira’s shadow was still moving.

Its black outline moved forward as if avoiding the places where collapse reactions occurred.

It was headed somewhere else.

A place where the records responded.

There was no hesitation in it.

Each time the shadow advanced, a new fragment opened inside the marking.

Missing information began to connect little by little.

Lost records were returning.

And Elia arrived at one possibility.

Erosion was not a price.

It was not a side effect of collapse.

It was something else.

It was not a phenomenon that ended with loss.

There was a process beyond it.

A cycle.

That possibility could be seen deep within the record.

It was not only disappearance.

Elia tried to connect to a deeper layer.

In that instant, the surrounding guardians reacted.

White sealing light spread outward.

The record domain that had been revealed began to close.

The guardians were trying to limit the connection.

As if they would not allow anything more to be revealed.

Why?

The question crossed her mind.

Immediately after that, the collapse reactions occurring across each area weakened all at once.

The trembling boundary light steadied.

The expansion of distortions stopped.

The reverse flow of white particles calmed.

It lasted only a short time.

Even so, the collapse had weakened.

Something changed.

At the same time, Lumira’s marking returned a new response.

A different light appeared from inside the white line.

It moved differently from the pulsing before.

Lost records began to restore themselves.

Erased traces returned.

Missing fragments began to take shape again.

They are coming back.

Among them, Elia saw one record.

It appeared only for an instant.

But within it, there was certainly a clue leading to the heart of erosion.

Not collapse.

A trace leading to the true nature of erosion itself.

Just a little more.

Elia reached out with her light.

But in the next instant, the record began closing again.

The light vanished, and the fragment sank into the depths.

It won’t reach.

All that remained was the marking carved into Lumira’s arm.

The white line continued to pulse quietly.

As if it were waiting for something.

The sound of collapse echoed in the distance.

The sealing light trembled.

Even so, that marking alone continued moving without change.

And deeper still inside the sealed zone, the shadow that had not disappeared continued forward without stopping.

As if it knew something.

Toward a place even no one had reached.

Beyond that, the record domain that should have closed flashed white only once.

The shadow stopped there, and left a marking on the floor in the same shape as Lumira’s.

— Lumi 🪄💕

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