The platform lifted off the ground, carried by vines that grew from the earth itself, raising their bodies gently into the center of the dome as sunlight poured through the glassy ceiling.
They floated together, embraced in a circle of naked limbs and quiet kisses.
And when the sun touched the center of the spiral, they heard it -
The final note.
Clear.
Low.
Endless.
It didn't hum anymore.
It sang.
And they sang with it.
The song filled everything. Not just the air - but their bones, their blood, their breath. It wasn't loud, but it was complete, like a perfect note that resonated through every nerve ending, every kiss still tingling on their lips, every trace of sweat and pleasure still clinging to their skin. Suspended in the spiral's cradle of vines, glowing in the first light of dawn, they became one rhythm. One breath.