His body floated, suspended in warmth, in dark, in a golden pulse. But it wasn't just a sensation. It was knowledge. Memory. Dreams. All the things the island had whispered in their sleep now poured into him like light through glass. He saw the beginning - the tree, the shimmer, the first dreamers who had touched the roots and chosen to become more.
He saw love.
Raw, unfiltered, not bound by one name or one body or one rule.
He saw power.
Not control - but surrender. To the rhythm of the island. To the bond between them.
Then he saw himself.
Naked. Glowing. Lit from within.
The seed-bearer.
When Jude emerged, he was gasping. But not from fear. From fullness. The others rose too, each one shining, each one different. Their hair glowed like firelight, their eyes burned with inner gold. The air around them shimmered. Even the stones had changed, their runes now glowing softly as if awakened.