The week following the convergence had passed in a blur of activity. Mishka found herself at the center of a growing network of frequency-sensitives—people drawn to the seven convergence points across the city, each experiencing different manifestations of the new reality.
She stood now at the edge of Riverside Park, watching as Bruce demonstrated to a small group how to perceive the subtle shifts in the membrane. His wolf-enhanced senses made him an ideal teacher for those just beginning to notice the changes.
"Don't try to see it directly," he was saying, his voice patient. "It's like trying to spot a star at night—look slightly to the side, and it becomes visible in your peripheral vision."
A young woman gasped as she caught her first glimpse of the shimmering overlay that now existed alongside the physical world. "It's... moving!"
"Breathing," Bruce corrected with a smile. "The membrane respires in harmony with the collective consciousness around it."