☁️ The River Stirs
It's just past dawn.Miraclefield glows a soft peach, the kind of color that doesn't come from any palette.
Aira sits beside the River of Dreams, sketching without intention.
But today…the river doesn't just ripple.It moves.
An unseen current carries a shape past her:
A small house.
A single cup of tea.
A laugh.
Aira knows, without knowing how, that it's someone else's dream.
"They're starting to find us," she whispers.
✨ The Unwritten Child Speaks
Nearby, the Child kneels, hands on her knees.
"If this is a place for dreams," she says, voice shy,"then maybe I can have one."
Aira watches her.
"What do you want?"
The Child looks up. Her golden eyes glow faintly.
"I want… to write something that stays."
Aira feels tears sting her eyes.
She hands the Child a piece of blank Miracle-thread.
"Then start."
📝 The First Sentence
The Child closes her eyes.
Her voice is small, but steady.
"I exist."
The words appear in the air.
Simple.Unremarkable.Perfect.
For a long time, no one says anything.
And then Lilith, who has watched from a distance, whispers:
"That's the bravest thing I've ever seen."
❤️ Lilith's Question
Later, she and Rin walk the edge of the River.
Lilith watches the dreams pass by — not hers, not his, not Aira's.
Strangers.
Unknown souls.
And she says—
"We could let them in."
Rin raises an eyebrow.
"Into Miraclefield?"
She nods.
"I used to think this place was only for us."
She looks back at the little house in the river.
"But maybe… peace is the kind of story you're supposed to share."
⚡ Rin's Answer
He doesn't speak right away.
Instead, he sits.
Lets the quiet do the talking.
Lets the sky breathe.
Finally, he looks at her and says:
"If it's shared… it won't be the same."
Lilith nods.
"But it might be better."
He closes his eyes.
"Then maybe… we should write again."
Final Scene – The Blank Book Moves
That night, as Miraclefield glows under a thousand imagined constellations, the blank book that no one has touched for days does something impossible.
It flips itself open.
Not to a prewritten page.
Not to an ending.
To the first true beginning.
A line appears across the clean white:
"When peace is real, it doesn't have to stay hidden."