"You have my attention."
Fire danced in my eyes. My hair shifted as I moved, carrying the scent of sandalwood.
"I would like to propose a test of humanity. But I need the cooperation of you, ███████, and ████████."
The air shifted. Pressure changed. Ozone intensified.
███████████ materialized—darkness given form, entropy made flesh.
Her voice cut through reality like a knife through silk.
[WARNING: Timeline divergence detected]
[Recording unstable - probability collapse imminent]
"No."
The single word carried the weight of absolute finality.
"You dare summon me for this?" Her form expanded, filling the chamber with crushing darkness. "To control me? To make me a piece in your little game?"
Frost spread across every surface. My breath stopped misting—the air was too cold for vapor.
"Grandmother, I merely—"
"You merely NOTHING."
Her eyes—black voids that swallowed light itself—fixed on me with terrible intensity.
"I am not your tool, little architect. I am not your experiment. I am CHAOS INCARNATE, and I bow to NO ONE."
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[Multiple timeline branches detected - coherence failing]
She was gone.
The chamber felt empty. Hollow. The scent of death lingered where she had stood.
I sat back in my chair. One, two, three, four, five fingers tapped the armrest.
Without ███████████, the experiment could not proceed. The balance was destroyed before it began.
███████ would not participate without all three. ████████ would see no purpose in a broken test.
The dimension would remain empty. Uncreated. A possibility that never became reality.
This universe was never born.
But what if she had said yes?