Jude spoke watchersign promise: "We plant dreamscript in seed and story. We guard it, tend it, teach it. We vow to hold island dream with living hands." Voices rose in watchersong, rounded, soft, echoing seed-shapers. Mist thickened as watchers responded with luminous arches across the canopy. Ceremony finished; watchers withdrew to edges, seedlings glowing with new dream-light.