The morning sun rose over the mountains, painting the valley in shades of gold and amber. The birds were singing. The breeze was gentle. The world was peaceful.
And for Ethan, this peace was a harvest. A culmination of everything they'd planted. Everything they'd nurtured. Everything they'd believed in.
He stood on the porch of the global council building, watching the light spread across the buildings below. It had been three months since the first seeds had been planted. Three months of watching them grow and flourish. Three months of watching the connections deepen in ways they'd never imagined. Three months of watching the Frequency spread across the world like a wave of healing.
The seeds had bloomed. What had once been small schools in remote villages were now thriving centers of
