The next day, something had changed.
People still did not remember the old name.
But they no longer argued.
They no longer searched.
Instead, when visitors asked, they simply said:
"We live in the Floating City."
Or sometimes, quietly—
"Home."
The towers no longer hummed with power.
They hummed with peace.
At the edge of the city, Arin watched the sunrise over a calm ocean.
He understood now:
Some names are meant to rule.
Others are meant to protect.
And the greatest power
is choosing balance.