In the years that followed, Solara flourished.
Magic returned to the rivers and forests. Songs of healing were taught in every village. The cults dissolved, their darkness forgotten. And in the place where the gate once stood, a temple rose—dedicated not to gods or power, but to understanding.
People came from all over to learn the song of the moons. To listen. To remember.
And Lyra?
She remained the heart of it all.
A healer.
A guardian.
A child of moonlight.
Forever chosen by the stars.
THE END