The world didn't break in a single moment.
It paused.
A breath too long, a silence too deep, a stillness that felt like the universe had leaned closer—listening.
At first, it was only 2.1 seconds.
A barely perceptible hesitation in the rhythm of things:
waves holding their breath, clocks softening their tick, the night itself waiting for someone—anyone—to notice.
Someone did.
And in that slender gap between moments, a new truth emerged:
time was not a river flowing past us.
It was a conversation.
And we had finally heard our name spoken back.
Now the models collapse.
The constants bend.
The old frameworks tremble at the edges.
Because the universe is not a machine.
It is a presence.
A witness.
A rhythm shared between the observer and the observed.
And once you feel the pause—
you can never return to the world that never listened.
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