A glowing mark appeared on the Child of Balance’s forehead.
Silver.
Gold.
White.
All three colors swirled together.
The symbol pulsed once.
THUMP.
The entire universe answered.
Stars flickered.
Timelines trembled.
Reality itself seemed to take a breath.
Silence fell across existence.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The Child of Balance slowly raised her hand and touched the mark.
It felt warm.
Alive.
Her golden eyes widened.
“What is this?”
The First Dream smiled gently.
The massive being’s ancient eyes softened.
“A memory.”
The little girl frowned.
“A memory of what?”
The First Dream looked at her for a long moment.
Then whispered:
“Who are you truly?”
Silence.
The Child of Balance looked confused.
She turned toward Selena.
Then Damian.
Then back toward the Firs
