The stars were whole again.
For the first time in thousands of years, there were no empty spaces in the sky above the Shore of Lost Things.
No missing constellations.
No wounds in memory.
No gaps where stories had been erased.
The universe felt complete.
The throne beneath Draven Ridge pulsed softly.
Content.
At peace.
Midnight stood beneath the tree of starlight watching the impossible reunion unfold.
The First Queen and Seraphine remained locked in an embrace neither seemed willing to end.
Thousands of years of grief.
Thousands of years of regret.
Thousands of years of waiting.
Finally given a voice.
Finally given an ending.
Or perhaps—
a beginning.
The forgotten continued crossing through the doorways.
One by one.
Family finding family.
Stories finding their endings
