**Kelly Thompson's POV**
The tundra is a chimera.
Where once there was ice and static, now stands a forest of crystalline trees, their trunks spiraling into fractals, leaves chiming like glass in a storm. The air hums with dissonant harmonies, the Veil’s rebirth warping reality into something alien yet achingly beautiful. Lumi walks ahead, her silver scars casting prismatic shadows, her footsteps sprouting flowers of frozen light. Jara eyes them warily, her rifle slung low.
**“It’s changing her,”** Jara mutters. **“She’s not even blinking anymore.”**
Lumi pauses, her voice resonant, as if speaking through water. **“The Veil needs tending. Balance isn’t static.”**
The shadow in my chest writhes, starved and restless. *She’s a garden. Let me graze.*
**“Stay out of her,”** I warn, but the shadow’s laughter vibrates in my marrow.
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### **The Fractal Grove**