The morning after infinity dawned with the light of a single star. It was not a new light. It was the oldest light. The light that had been there at the very beginning. The light that had shone on the first ones as they found the source and made the promise. The light had returned. And with it, the beginning had returned.
Orla and Cian had become the love long ago. The current presence was a pair named Ailbhe and Fintan. They were not leaders. They were not weavers. They were not presence in the old sense. They were the beginning. They were the moment when everything started. They were the first ones, returned.
They stood at what had been the source stone. But the source stone was not a stone anymore. It was the beginning. It was the moment of discovery. It was the first promise. The cav
