Lyra dreamed of silver light on the night of her sixteenth birthday.
She was standing on a beach of black sand, staring at a sea that glowed like molten metal. The waves didn't crash. They whispered. And beneath the whisper, a voice she had never heard but somehow knew.
You are the heir.
"I'm just a girl."
You are the echo of the echo of the echo. The void's last vessel.
"I don't want to be a vessel."
The void does not care what you want.
The silver sea rose.
Lyra woke screaming.
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Kaela reached her daughter's room in seconds.
"The Deepening?"
"It spoke to me. Said I was the void's last vessel."
"The void has been wrong before."
"It wasn't wrong. I could feel it. The emptiness."
Kaela sat on the bed.
"The Deepening lies."
"It doesn't lie. It doesn't need to. Emptiness is
