The tiny doorways began moving.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Almost nervously.
The emotional resonance spread through existence.
Because for the first time—
The Age of Wonder was not waiting for a single traveler.
It was waiting for many.
Far beyond the horizon, dozens of lights drifted across the strange unnamed realm.
The silver mountains glowed beneath unfamiliar stars.
Floating rivers reflected symbols that nobody in the Garden could read.
And through that strange world—
The little doorways traveled.
Toward the lantern.
Toward the island.
Toward belonging.
The first doorway laughed softly.
A little embarrassed.
"I didn't know they were watching."
The island immediately produced a leaf.
THEY WERE DEFINITELY WATCHING.
"…Yes."
AN EXCESSIVE AMOUNT.
The Wonder Fair erupted into laughter.
Even the smaller doorways flickered with amusement.
The emotional resonance brightened.
Because somehow—
The distant strangers already felt less distant.
Days passed.
