Something strange happened the next morning.
The world began… writing Liss into things.
A prayer at a distant temple included her name. A star chart showed her constellation. A bard sang a song she hadn't taught anyone.
She walked through a town—rebuilt, half-real—and a child handed her a flower.
"For the memory lady," they said.
Liss froze.
Thessaly squeezed her hand.
"You're being remembered."
"I don't know if I want that."
"Too late," Naia grinned. "You're officially lore."
Elyse laughed.
And somewhere in the deep,
a new story began to hum.
Because the world had seen her.
And it had decided—
Liss Hoshino was real.