The energies gradually settled, like waves calming after a storm. The prototype fabrics returned to their physical state, though now they held a subtle shimmer that hadn't been on them before. The models, released from their frozen states, blinked and continued as if nothing unusual had happened—their minds somehow shielded from the cosmic events they'd been part of.
Nathaniel's wolf form padded silently toward the exit, pausing only briefly to look back at Shaun. A moment of understanding passed between the old rivals—not quite forgiveness, but acceptance.
"Well," Graham said, checking his tablet with remarkable composure, "I believe that's enough excitement for one day. The actual show is tomorrow, and these pieces need to be perfect." He turned to the gathered teams, professional mask firmly in place. "Everyone to their hotels. Dinner, rest, and I expect you all back here at 6 AM sharp."