(Mirabel's POV)
The sky was writing.
Silver fire stretched across eternity.
Letters larger than mountains burned above the city.
Above the battlefield.
Above existence itself.
The unfinished sentence waited.
And slowly—
Very slowly—
New words began appearing.
No one moved.
Not the First Dream.
Not the Devourer.
Not Yesterday.
Not even the Silence.
The entire universe seemed to be reading.
The silver letters brightened.
The sentence continued.
Once upon a time...
The city pulsed.
A heartbeat.
The words spread further across the sky.
...there was a Story that dreamed it could end.
Reality trembled.
The Silence recoiled.
Only slightly.
But it recoiled.
Yesterday saw it.
So did Tomorrow.
Their expressions changed simultaneously.
Hope.
The dangerous kind.
The kin
