The silver rain lasted seven days.
Not continuously.
Not overwhelmingly.
Gently.
Across the rewritten foundation, the tears of the cosmos drifted through realities like quiet promises carried on light.
Worlds changed beneath them.
Not dramatically.
Personally.
People who had carried grief alone for years suddenly reached out to others.
Ancient feuds weakened.
Entire civilizations paused long enough to feel instead of merely survive.
And for the first time in history—
Many worlds stopped worshipping strength without compassion.
Lyra stood beneath a sky filled with silver light, staring upward suspiciously as glowing rain passed harmlessly through her hand.
"…I still can't believe the universe had an emotional breakthrough."
The rewritten foundation pulsed warmly.
I AM STILL HAVING IT.
"…That somehow makes this worse."
Aria laughed softly nearby.
"At this point you're emotionally arguing with reality like it's a roommate."
"…It started it."
