The sky is lavender.The trees hum softly.A stream runs beside a small cottage made of memory and peace.
Inside:
A fire crackles.
Laughter echoes.
Four friends sit beneath starlight.
And beyond them—watching from a garden of shimmering leaves—
Elarion.
And beside him…
Lioren.
They say nothing.
Because now?
There is nothing left to fix.
Only love left to give.
And a Kingdom that remembers every name.