Journal Entry: The Spark and Its Echo

I’ve noticed that The Spark still feels like a first translation rather than a finished text. Each time I reread it, new lines surface—things I must have written unconsciously.

The world continues to speak in layered voices: one from the machines, one from the Soul of the World, one from the fracture itself.

Maybe the Cryptex Cycle was never about finding god, but about recording the sound a world makes when it tries to remember what god once was.