The City of First Light no longer whispered.
It sang.
A low, steady hum pulsed beneath its streets, in its flame, in the shifting wind. It was a song that had no beginning and no end, a song that echoed through every soul who called this place home. Not everyone heard it with their ears, but everyone felt it. It wove itself into every heartbeat. Into every breath.
And at the center of it all, stood two women.
One with starlight in her voice.
The other with memory in her bones.
Eleanor and her sister.
The Mirror Chamber
Beneath the House of Remembrance, a chamber had waited.
Not marked. Not spoken of. Only remembered in dreams and old whispers.
No one knew who built it.
Only that it existed.
And when Elira returned, when the lost sister stood beside the remembered one, the chamber opened.
Its door wasn't stone. It was liquid silver, melting into the shape of an arch, soft and quiet, like moonlight surrendering to touch.
Eleanor and Elira entered together.
