The distant point on Iris's Blueprint pulsed through the night like a heartbeat.
It did not grow brighter.
It grew closer.
Not in distance—but in significance.
By dawn, every apprentice at the Threshold could see the new light suspended above the horizon.
No one recognized its pattern.
Even Althea searched the oldest star charts without success.
"There is no recorded path to this place," she admitted.
"Then how do we reach it?" Finn asked.
Althea closed the charts.
"We don't."
"We let it reach us."
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Three days passed.
Nothing unusual happened.
Lessons continued.
Gardens flourished.
Bridges expanded.
The mysterious point remained steady.
Some apprentices gradually forgot about it.
Iris never did.
Each evening she visited the hilltop, quietly watching the silent light
