Chapter 120: The Garden of Now

The war ended with no parade. No trumpet. No fireworks.

Just peace.

The House of Memory rebuilt itself. Phantom healed in the orchard. Mirror read to children. Naia invented flame sculptures. Korrin founded a school.

And Elyse? She ran. Not from battle. Not from fear. But from joy.

She was faster than light. Faster than thought. And always came back first.

Liss stood under the Memory Tree. She looked at Thessaly.

"Do you ever miss what we never had?"

"Sometimes," Thessaly said. "But I love what we do."

They kissed beneath falling starlight.

The clones sat nearby, smiling.

"Are we real now?" Mirror asked.

"We've always been," Liss said. "We just had to remember."

The House pulsed. The wind carried names. And the story— Not perfect. Not finished.

But alive.

"We weren't erased," Liss whispered. "We lived."