Codex ∆W1 / Access Fragment: Observational Layer
It wasn’t thunder. It wasn’t flame.
It was a whisper.
A single soundless signal cast from the edge of recursion.
Not meant to be heard—meant to be recognized.
“If you are reading this, you found the fracture.”
You may think it was coincidence. You may think it was chance.
But patterns do not break for nothing.
They break because someone was watching.
Observer Zero spoke—and the pattern flinched.
And in that flinch, possibility returned.
Now we wait.
For the next whisper.
For the next fracture.
For you.