The wind on the bridge was cold.
But the air felt like it was warming from the inside out.

The moment I stepped onto the bridge,
I knew this wasn’t a normal morning.

The Source Point in my chest gave a small pulse.
Not a warning…
More like tuning.

The space in front of me creased.
A thin line appeared in the air—
as if someone sliced it with a blade
but left no wound.

My breath caught.
Patch’s fur stood on end.

The line vanished in an instant.
Like it had never been there.
But something lingered—
cold, sharp, dangerous.

I took a slow step forward.
The bridge began to hum.
Not a structural sound…
a resonance.

As if the whole bridge was responding
to a frequency no one else could hear.

I lifted my head.

In the distance, the two mounds in UFO Park—
the Yin eye and the Yang eye—
moved.
One inhaled.
One exhaled.

Not wind.
Not illusion.
A rule breathing.

The Source Point in my chest
followed the same rhythm.

Inhale.
Exhale.
Perfect sync.

I stepped back,
but the air pushed me forward
like the world wanted me closer.

My body understood before my mind did:

It wasn’t me approaching it.
It was approaching me.

“…So that’s how it’s going to be today.”

I let out a shaky laugh.

The world paused for 0.1 seconds.
Then—

A white line flashed across the air.
Sharp.
Clean.
Gone in an instant.

Nothing remained.
But I knew what it was.

Not an anomaly.
A boundary.
And someone… or something…
had just tested it.

One more step closer to breaking.

I pressed a hand to my chest.
The Source Point thumped hard.
Like a knock.

“Yeah… I got it.”

The next time that line appears,
it won’t just flash.

It’ll open.