Mae didn’t even get the chance to speak. The Sphere, so still and wise just moments before, shifted again. Its glow darkened into a deep, opalescent violet. Then it began to swirl with motion, like galaxies colliding, and a pulse shot through the room like a heartbeat. It was now. It was showing them what was happening inside her, right now.
Two sparks. Two distinct flickers of life, one golden, one soft blue. Spiraling toward the center of her womb like twin comets drawn to the same gravitational core. Alive. Forming. Becoming.
Mae gripped the edge of the pedestal, stunned. Riven, eyes wide, moved beside her, one arm slipping around her waist, steadying her as the vision deepened. “That’s,” he swallowed, eyes locked on the twin lights, “that’s them.” He looked at her, stunned. “Mae. We
