The years flowed into a quiet, sun-drenched decade. The Nexus flourished, a stable, vibrant heart in a multiverse that was, for the first time, more interested in exploration than in conflict. The Librarians, Nox's quiet order of mentors and guides, became a respected institution, their members sought out by new realities taking their first, hesitant steps into the cosmic conversation.
Nox and Serian were content. Their life in Oakhaven was a gentle rhythm of seasons and simple joys. They were grandparents now, not just to a world, but to their own children's children, beings of void and light who had found their own stories among the stars.
The great, epic tale of their lives had reached its final, peaceful chapter.
Or so it seemed.
The visitor arrived on the first day of spring. It was not a cosmic entity or a dimensional traveler. It was a simple, human lawyer in a slightly rumpled suit, holding a dusty, old briefcase.
