The Shard of the Epilogue was not what Han expected. After the clinical whiteness of the Eraser Shard and the vast, ink-drenched silence of the Prologue, he had prepared himself for a grand cosmic temple or a final, daunting gate.
Instead, The Echo of Wood emerged into a world of golden, perpetual twilight. The air smelled of woodsmoke, old leather, and blooming jasmine. The landscape was a rolling expanse of meadows, punctuated by small, cozy cottages and workshops that looked as though they had been built by hands that loved the work.
There were no massive monuments. There were no looming towers. There was only a sense of profound, quiet Arrival.
"The sensors... they've stopped scanning for 'Status'," Vahn said, his sphere-form drifting lazily in the warm breeze. He had lost his sharp
