The sun was slowly rising over the city, finally tearing apart the veil of mist and shadows that had long suffocated its inhabitants.
Kelvin stood by the window of the Sanctuary, watching the streets that, for the first time in years, seemed to breathe.
The timid laughter of children playing in the distance, conversations gradually resuming, the fragile trembling of life restored.
Lila entered silently, a calm smile on her lips.
— Do you really think it's over? she asked as she approached.
Kelvin nodded, his eyes shining.
— No, but it's the beginning of something else.
— Of a world where memory is no longer a prison, but a strength.
Echo and Orane joined them, their faces marked by fatigue, but also by a renewed determination.
— Klinik-13 lies in ruins, but its legacy remains, said Echo.
— We still have much to do, added Orane.
To rebuild, to support those who rise again from their shadows.
Kelvin turned to them, his gaze filled with hope.
— We proved we could fight, even when everything seemed lost.
— And that we could heal, even when the pain seemed eternal.
They stood there for a moment, united by their struggle, ready to face the days to come.
The sun kept climbing, illuminating the weary facades, revealing faces ready to rise again.
The night had been long, but the new dawn promised tomorrows where everyone could finally dream once more.
The End.