The completion of the archive left a dual legacy: a profound hope and a deep-seated fear. The knowledge that their greatest strength—their connections—could be twisted into a weapon against them cast a long shadow over the Home Dimension. Luna, in particular, seemed quieter, more introspective, often staring at her own hands as if seeing the threads of power—and potential betrayal—that ran through them.
It was during one of these quiet moments, watching Ember and Echo struggle to coordinate a simple energy stabilization exercise across the meadow, that the idea sparked.
"The song gets lost," Luna murmured, not to anyone in particular. She was sitting with Seraphina, idly braiding strands of light like they were ribbons. "When Ember pushes, Echo is still remembering. When Echo is ready, Ember has already forgotten the tune. They're too far apart."
