"Why… why did the world stop again?"
Nathan blinked, his mind scrambling for answers.
I didn't trigger anything about the forbidden memory… he thought.
But then—a vertical black line reappeared beside Validia's colosal hips, like a slash wound across the screen of the world.
A pale hand—white like curdled milk dried under the sun of a dead moon—emerged from the slit.
That hand pulled the line open like a curtain and the Tower Manager, the Milky Mommy stepped through once more.
She stood beside Validia, still frozen.
Her face… grinning like an intern who had just sabotaged her boss's spreadsheet after being told to work overtime for less than minimum wage.
"What the hell is going on?! I didn't touch the Forbidden Memories!"
Nathan shouted, his voice cracking between rage and confusion.
The Tower Manager giggled.
"Relax, relax… just a bit of background work,"
she said, touching her chest like a fake customer service agent pretending to care.
