Elias smiled, tapping his finger on the center of his model. "You are thinking of window panes, Viktor. You are thinking of static resistance. But I am designing for the —the flexural modulus. This bridge isn't meant to be hard. It’s meant to be alive." The Calculation

As the first three tractors rolled onto the glass, a low, melodic hum echoed through the valley. The glass didn't crack. Instead, it subtly shifted. "It's bowing!" someone shouted.

The bridge was completed in mid-winter. It looked like a ribcage of frozen light stretching across the Black River.