Chapter 80
The ground beneath the garden rippled like a waking breath.
Eliendara stood in the center of it all—her hair lifted by unseen wind, her eyes aglow with memories too vast to belong to one soul.
And the moment she took that breath…the world blinked.
Kael felt it—not with his body, but with the flame inside him.
Reality itself had trembled.
The vines drooped.The walls faded.And the garden shifted into something else.
Not dead.
Not broken.
Just aware.
From below the roots, the pulse returned—slow and vast.Each thud of it pushed against the air like waves brushing against a fragile shore.
Kael whispered, "That's not fire."
Eliendara nodded.
"No. It's older than fire.Older than void.It's the dream that existed before anything had a name."
The moss-covered figure from earlier knelt before her now—not out of fear, but reverence.
"You were its echo once," it said."And now, it remembers you."
Then the dream spoke.
Not with words.Not with sound.
But with vision.
The sky above the garden peeled away like silk, revealing something vast and starless.
Shapes that never learned to exist danced in silent spirals.Unborn truths drifted like pollen.And in the center—coiled and sleeping—was the First Dream.
Not alive. Not dead.
Simply waiting to be believed in again.
Kael gritted his teeth as a thousand unformed thoughts flooded his mind—fragments of timelines that never happened, futures never chosen.
And in the center of it all was Eliendara.
No longer a queen.No longer a crown.
She was the question.
She turned to Kael, a soft smile barely hiding the weight in her eyes.
"It wants to wake. And it's asking me if it should."
Kael stepped toward her.
"Then what happens if you say yes?"
Her hand trembled.
"The world becomes something else.Something never written.And everything we knew—names, fire, gods, time—might disappear."
He touched her cheek gently.
"Then say no."
She looked at him.
"But… what if the world that comes next is better?No war. No divine punishment. Just… harmony."
He swallowed hard. "And if it isn't?"
She didn't answer.
Because the dream was listening.
Around them, the garden faded entirely.
And now they stood on nothing.Not void. Not light. Just a blank page.
And in front of them…
A single quill.
Floating.
Waiting.
Eliendara reached toward it—
Kael caught her wrist.
"Don't write a new world just to erase the one that finally let us love."
She paused.
Her heart thundered.
And then…
She turned her hand away.
The quill vanished.
And from beneath them, the world settled again.
Not rewritten.
Rechosen.
The Dream sighed.Softly.Lovingly.
And curled back into sleep—
But not because it had been denied.
Because it had been heard.
And somewhere deep within its coils…a single spark flickered quietly—
waiting for another moment.Another lifetime.
When someone else might dream differently.
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With the Dream returning to slumber,Kael and Eliendara rise back to a world that did not end—
but subtly shifted.
Some things remained…
Others changed when no one was looking.
And in the quiet that follows gods, fire, and dreams…a heartbeat calls out from someone neither of them remember knowing.