“Faith struck like fire—that all of it unfolding by God’s timing, God’s plan.”

Faith struck like fire—that all of it unfolding by God’s timing, God’s plan. Hope surged, and he rose straighter, resolve honed to steel. Across from him, Tian leaned in. For the first time, his composure cracked darker. He was the anti-thread: not spiral but blade, not connection but severance. Where Ray saw pattern, Tian embodied fracture. His voice cut calm as stone. Your God’s words?