Lena woke to the sound of singing.
Not the haunting melody of the Choir. Not the desperate harmony of the Wellspring. Something new. Something that felt like hope, but sharper. More urgent. More demanding. It vibrated in her bones, in her teeth, in the spaces between her thoughts. It was beautiful and terrifying in equal measure.
She sat up in bed, her heart racing. Lyra was already at the window, her golden glow flickering with confusion and something that looked almost like fear.
"The Wellspring is changing," Lyra said. "Something new is emerging from it. Something we haven't seen before. The light is different. Brighter. More intense."
Lena dressed quickly and ran to the crater. Her feet carried her through the familiar paths of Haven, past the waking homes, past the gardens that ha
