Here, there was no sorrow.
Only happiness.
"You can deny the Stellaron disaster. You can erase every tragedy that came after. But tell me—were those lyrics also just a dream?"
Robin pressed a hand to her chest, her eyes filled only with pain—for him. "Every night we spent together. The promises you made. That kiss—"
"Were they all just dreams too?"
They had once gazed at the same night sky. When had their paths diverged?
Robin's expression crumpled. "If happiness means erasing everything that came before, then I don't want it!"
"A past without you isn't happiness at all!"
"Robin..."
"Anming, stop this."
Sunlight carved a shadow between them—just like before, when Anming shouldered the darkness alone.
She reached for him, pleading:
"You always talked of creating a happy world. But that world never had a place for you, did it?"
When Eden was complete, only one person would remain unhappy—Anming himself.
Sacrificing everything. Sustaining paradise with his soul—
"This child was always so stubborn. Once he fixates, there's no turning back." An suddenly spoke, ruffling little Anming's hair.
"So, little Robin, I leave him to you."
"If anyone can pull Anming back, it's you." Chen's gaze was firm before softening at An. "Perhaps your idea back then was right after all."
"Mhm~ Told you they were perfect."
"Robin, I'm proud of you." Gianna placed a hand over her heart. "Do what you must. No regrets."
Little Anming stepped back, watching Robin in the light.
"That's it."
"If you want to stop 'me,' then destroy this Eden with your own hands."
They were memories. But they were also the real past.
Robin made her choice.
She wouldn't stay in this beautiful lie.
Anming had saved her countless times. Now, it was her turn to save him.
She knew.
Nothing from the past ever truly returned.
Once yesterday passed, it became just that—yesterday.
In that unreachable past were summers, music, and the afternoon she first heard his piano.
The sunlight had been warm that day. A girl's life changed with a melody, and her eyes filled with hope for the first time.
Hope hadn't come first. He had.
The one who told her "Don't cry." Who said to keep moving forward, no matter how much it hurt.
After the catastrophe, Robin thought her wings had been clipped—until she found her sky in Anming's eyes.
"I won't be trapped in the past."
She reached up, catching a white feather.
She knew leaving meant never seeing them again. Meant returning to a world of pain.
But that world had Anming.
So—
"Goodbye."
"I love you all."
No more tears. Only a soft smile for the family who'd given her a happy childhood.
Dreams had to end. But before waking, she could at least say the farewells she'd missed.
Little Robin bid farewell to her memories, clutching the feather as she turned toward the future.
Her halo, pure and radiant, glowed gently.
Wings as blue as the sky unfurled—once a fledgling, now with pinions strong enough to shelter others.
As the feather fell—
The galactic superstar, Robin, stood firm.
A bird must eventually leave the cage called "protection" and face reality.
With hope and conviction as her wings, it was time to bid yesterday farewell.
Her eyes opened. Soft feathers scattered, and the darkness before her shattered into light.
And so—
The cocoon broke.
Somewhere far away, a god heard her song—and glanced down.
Amidst kaleidoscopic radiance, Xipe smiled cryptically.
Harmony's power wove wings more magnificent still, carrying Robin skyward—away from home.
She would stop Anming. Before he turned the cosmos into his final Eden.
All her life, she'd lived under her brother's and Anming's wings.
Now, it was her turn to lend him hers.
Even if it meant plunging into lightless depths—she'd bring Anming back!
Penacony - Reality
Goethe had anticipated this day—but not so soon.
A second sun now dominated the sky over the Planet of Festivities. White feathers fell like divine judgment.
Those who touched them watched as pristine down blackened—before holy flames reduced them to ash.
Not all were worthy of Eden. After Ena's death, Anming had learned: some souls were beyond saving.
The feathers would sift the deserving.
Anming gazed dispassionately at the world below. Perhaps he had no right to judge. But for Eden's sake, this was necessary.
His halo burned brighter, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface.
Each feather was a fragment of his soul. The agony was relentless.
The world would know happiness. The cost was his alone.
What did it matter if he burned away?
"ANMING!"
"YOU BASTARD!"
Sunday strained for stronger curses as feathers dusted his shoulders. "Look at what you've done!"
"WHERE'S ROBIN?"
"IS THIS HOW YOU PROTECT HER?!"