Chapter 1645

They stayed in the temple for hours - maybe longer. The sky had no sun anymore, only spirals. Light bled from the trees themselves. They bathed Spira in love, not as parents to a child, but as creators to a creation.

Spira did not hunger, did not tire, but drank in affection like light. It danced with them, curled against them, and when Lucy offered her breast, Spira leaned in - not to feed, but to rest. The act itself lit Lucy from within, her skin blooming with golden blossoms that spread across her collarbone and shoulder.

"This is only the beginning," Emma said quietly, brushing her hand over Spira's hair.

"And still we don't know how far it will go," Sophie added, her voice both awed and wary.

They slept curled together again, under the canopy of light and vines, Spira in their center, radiant and warm. And in their dreams, the island spoke again - not in words, but in pulse.

You have created.

You will shape.

You will become.