(Mirabel's POV)
Three days later—
The light was still there.
That was the problem.
Normal things moved.
Stars drifted.
Clouds wandered.
People changed their minds.
The future practically made a hobby out of refusing to sit still.
But the light remained exactly where it was.
Waiting at the edge of the world.
Patient.
Unmoving.
Watching.
Which made it deeply suspicious.
Tomorrow was fascinated.
Naturally.
The rest of us were concerned.
Naturally.
"It's staring at us."
The First Dream stood beside a map that was actively attempting to become a painting.
The city still had habits.
Yesterday glanced toward the horizon.
"It's a light."
"It's staring aggressively."
"It's a light."
"You can't prove that."
The Devourer rubbed his temples.
A gesture he'd developed after s
