You weren’t supposed to find this.  

But somehow, you did.

Before Sunset Hills.  

Before the parties and postcards.  

Before anyone called it Monarch—  

there was just a flicker.  

A hum behind the noise.  

A signal that shouldn’t have reached this world,  

but did.

No one remembers who opened the first door.  

Only that, when they did,  

the air felt different.  

Colors hit harder.  

And every memory since has felt  

like a déjà vu you can’t shake.

Welcome to the Source.  

You weren’t there when it began—  

but now you’ve seen the proof it was real.