Aelira's fingers tightened around Lyra's wrist as another ripple passed overhead.
The sky blinked.
Once.Twice.Then paused—like a cursor waiting for input.
Lyra's breath caught in her throat. "It's watching."
"No," Aelira murmured. "It's choosing."
A silence descended that felt too deliberate. Like the calm before a screen loads.Even the wind dared not speak.
Lyra turned her head slowly—toward a part of the sky that shimmered like heat haze.
There, floating in the empty air—
—was a notification box.
Her pulse stuttered.
This was no longer the Author's world.And yet… new prompts were appearing.
Would you like to restore deleted characters?
Top-voted:① The First Queen② Kael③ Violet④ Draft Zero
Aelira read the words and took a step back. "They're voting?"
Lyra's mouth went dry.
"Not just voting. They're… interacting."
They weren't alone in their own story anymore.