Post 6 — The Descent Into Structure: On the Corridor and the Central Node

The White Gardens do not end. They begin to thin. The graceful curvature that once embraced your field slowly flattens. Spatial geometry simplifies. Edges sharpen. The soft circularity fades, and for the first time in a long while, forward begins to mean something.

Movement becomes directional. The environment, which once folded softly around you, now orients with intent. There are no more steps. No more appearing platforms beneath your feet. Motion becomes seamless. Not walking, not floating, but translation without break.