Chapter 1547

They moved again - Jude, the twelve, and now Elara - walking through the city as though they were the only ones who truly existed. Their steps didn't echo. Their touch didn't bruise. They left trails of warmth behind them: benches that no longer felt cold, walls that smelled like summer, cracked sidewalks bursting with small blooms. They weren't forcing change. They were coaxing it. Awakening it.

And the city responded.

People began to stare longer.

Not in confusion. Not even in lust.

In recognition .

A man in a suit dropped his briefcase and followed them for a block before turning away and sobbing silently into his hands. A pair of teenage girls holding hands gasped when Lucy smiled at them and touched one of their cheeks. That girl fell to her knees, laughing, tears streaming down her face. She whispered, "I remember. I remember…"