It was a cathedral made of bones and fiber-optics. Time moved differently here—in loops and spirals. And there, standing on a bridge made of solidified moonlight, was Lyra.
The crack was immediate. Absolute.
The moment it hit his bloodstream, the world cracked . trikker crack
One of them, a thing of rotating hexagons and needle-teeth, slithered through the crack in reality and touched his mind. It showed him a vision: his sister, Lyra. She was alive. She was in the Undercroft, a place whispered about in gutter legends—a city beneath the city where the Trikkers hoarded the only currency that mattered: unlived time . It was a cathedral made of bones and fiber-optics