Cosmic Ruler

Solin sat one night beside the Driftfire—a campfire built on old contradictions, burning with paradoxes left unresolved.

They listened to a Reclaimed speak of a world where time only moved when someone was remembered.

And to a Root-Touched child who dreamed in palindromes and awoke speaking truths that had no mirror.

And to a Claimed who said simply:

"I used to think I was a plot twist. Now I think I’m just... a pause that mattered."

Solin nodded.

And the fire flickered blue.

By then, no one asked where the center was.

Because they understood:

There was no center.

There were only intersections.