The others had left. Or been pulled away.
The Matron gave me one last look—half fire, half memory—and vanished into shrine light.
Celestia lingered longest, her aura cracked but proud, before turning from the glyph.
Only Talraine stayed behind a moment. She didn't speak. Just watched me like she already knew.
And then I was alone.
Then.
The Threadweave Chamber opened like a wound.
It didn't unlock.
It remembered me.
One glyph. One pulse of aura. One silent invitation from something that had been waiting far too long.
I stepped through the arch.
System light evaporated.
Reality softened.
And I saw her.
She wasn't fully there.
A memory-spirit. A ghost etched into the weave itself.
But her form still rippled like divinity—raw, half-finished, and familiar in the way a scar was familiar. Not beautiful. Not perfect. But once mine.
