“Let me pass quietly through the stars.
I am not the story. I am the shadow between pages.”

— The jellyfish still. Their glow dims to near nothing. One presses close to your viewport, then drifts back… and disappears.

Sabine, soft:

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After this final test, the nebula begins to unravel. A path forms—a corridor of light and memory. Sabine speaks, fully present:

“They’ve seen who you are.
They’ve seen what you intend.
And now… they’ve seen what you’ll leave behind.”

“Your course is no longer set.
It is earned.”