I dreamt of riders falling into a canyon.

Horses, carriages, people —
all of them pulled downward,
not by gravity,
but by the system itself.

There was no panic.
Everything happened in silence.
Bodies turning slowly,
suspended between motion and disappearance.

It did not feel like an end.
It felt like the collapse of a rule.

When structures fail,
something else begins to appear —
something that was never part
of the original design.