Lucy nodded, arms wrapped around herself. "It's not lust. Not memory. Not pain."
"It's everything," Rose said softly, standing barefoot at the spiral's edge. "It's the truth of all the spirals combined."
The air shifted again, and they all felt it - pressure. But not heavy. Not oppressive. It was possibility. Potential. The sixth spiral was no longer waiting. It was inviting.
A voice came then - not Alara's, not the woman of fire, but something in between. It echoed from the air itself, soft, distant, and unmistakably intimate.
"The sixth spiral is synthesis. All that you are, all that you've denied, and all that you've yet to become must meet now."
Jude stood, the weight of the spiral drawing his spine straight, his breath slowing until he could hear every heartbeat in the chamber. He turned slowly, looking at each of his wives.
Natalie was glowing again, her freckles dusted with flickers of starlight.