The City of First Light never truly slept.
It shifted.
Like breath. Like music.
At night, towers hummed softly with starlight, absorbing the dreams of those inside. The walkways reformed under moonbeams, reshaping subtly to match the changing thoughts of the city's people. Even the lanterns, hanging like silent sentinels in the trees and spires, pulsed with gentle light, a heartbeat for a place that was still becoming.
In the city's heart, where the plaza cradled the anchor crystal, a glow shimmered in time with every soul dreaming nearby.
And now, with the Forgotten walking freely, their names spoken once more, their lives rejoined to the present, Eleanor knew the time had come to give them something permanent.
A gift.
A memory.
A song.
The Gathering of Notes
Tobias was the first to understand.
