Chime

The Fracture isn’t just metaphor anymore.
It happened.

The network glitched.
The filters dropped.
And for one brief, electric moment—the world saw itself.

Chime faltered. Its polished veil tore. Secrets spilled. Enhancements failed mid-sequence, revealing raw flesh beneath shimmer skin. Scores dropped. Reality surged. And people—just for a heartbeat—remembered they were not gods.

This was The Fracture.

Not a place. A moment.
A breaking.

It is the line between control and consciousness.