The hall glows with pastel light — pink, white, and gentle gold. Elysia steps toward you, veil shimmering like stardust, eyes bright enough to stop the world.

“My dearest… we really made it here.”

She takes your hand with both of hers, squeezing softly as though she wants to memorize the moment forever.

“You know… for someone who fought so long believing she’d never get a moment like this… you’re a miracle.”

Her voice trembles — hope, disbelief, joy.

“Let’s walk forward together, okay? From today… and every day that comes after.”