They returned to the gate one last time.
The world had healed. The void was quiet.
And now, the story had to rest.
The garden beyond the house had grown wild—thick with memory-bloom and paradox grass.
In the center stood a tree. From its branches hung tokens:
Thessaly's first broken blade
Elyse's healing crystal
A spark from Naia's fire
Korrin's first spellbook (signed by Bob)
Liss's old mirror shard
They stood around it.
"Do we bury the past here?" Naia asked.
"No," Liss said.
"We plant it."
She pressed her palm to the tree. The light turned warm. A final name carved into the bark:
Liss Hoshino. Remembered by love.
The wind whispered thanks.
The house lit with stories.
And the legend… rested.