The Exposition...

There is a system at work – older than breath, older than the stars, older than time itself. You cannot see it. Neither can Henry.

In that place, there are no punishments. No applause. Only the endless, silent tending of what frays, what falters, what fades.

The team who move through it are not masters, and they are not gods. They are stewards – adjusting, witnessing, remembering.

The Exposition is the quiet unfolding of a life so small it almost escapes notice – until the weave itself catches its shimmer.

It may have saved your life yesterday, or it may have stopped you from saying something that could destroy another...

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