Nara sat beneath the Tree of Many Worlds, her hands resting on its roots. The Song That Never Ends hummed through her veins, carrying the voice of the First Silence turned First Song. She had become its keeper, its weaver, its guardian.
Elara sat beside her. "How does it feel to hold a world's song?"
Nara closed her eyes, feeling the melody pulse beneath her palms. "It feels like holding a heartbeat. Fragile, but strong. It has grown so much since I first heard that single note."
She opened her eyes and looked at the Garden, at all the worlds she had woven, all the songs she had plan
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The transport ship tore through the atmosphere, the command center below a smoking ruin. Lieutenant Kaelen Voss gripped the bulkhead, his body aching, his mind racing. Around him, his team nursed their wounds, counted their ammunition, tried to process what they'd just survived.
Mira sat across from him, her face pale, a gash on her arm bleeding through her suit. "You're hit," Kaelen said.
She looked at the wound like it belonged to someone else. "It's nothing."
Diaz checked his scanner. "Enemy ships are pursuing. Six, maybe seven. They're not letting us go without a fight."
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Mira sat across from him, her face pale, a gash on her arm bleeding through her suit. "You're hit," Kaelen said.
She looked at the wound like it belonged to someone else. "It's nothing."
Diaz checked his scanner. "Enemy ships are pursuing. Six, maybe seven. They're not letting us go without a fight."
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