The silver spark remained.
Tiny.
Gentle.
Curious.
It drifted around the golden seed like a firefly made from moonlight.
Sometimes circling lazily.
Sometimes darting through the air in excited loops.
And every time it touched one of the seed's leaves—
The seed laughed.
IT DID IT AGAIN.
The spark shimmered proudly.
Lyra sat on the edge of the bridge with the expression of someone who had given up trying to understand reality several chapters ago.
"…The friendship sparkle has adopted the cosmic baby."
"That appears accurate," Kaelith admitted.
"…I cannot believe that's a sentence."
"Neither can existence."
The Garden bloomed with laughter.
The Ocean rolled gently against impossible shores.
Home glowed warmly.
And somewhere beyond the final horizon—
The Dreamer stirred again.
The emotional resonance spread softly across all realities.
Because now—
Everyone could feel it.
The Dreamer was listening.
Not fully awake.
Not yet.
But listening.
