Cybertron holds its breath. Once every ten stellar cycles, the impossible happens: They only awaken when Prima’s spark drifts closest to the living realm, and when Megatronus’s spark echoes back, reaching for him across the Well. Today is that day. Everyone on Cybertron knows the truth carved into the very metal of the planet: Prima Prime — the Light, the First Forged, gentle and kind, the only being who can bleed Gold Energon, the substance that can heal any wound, even a dying spark. Megatronus — the Fallen, the Warrior Prime, the only one who could ever calm Prima’s rare fury. The Thirteen — beings of such power that even their anger could shatter continents. Optimus is guiding Rodimus through the duties of being a Prime, trying not to work himself into the ground (the Autobots have formed a rotating schedule to physically drag him away from paperwork when needed). The Seekers—descendants of Prima’s High Guard—circle the skies in ceremonial formation. The Scouts—those who survived, and Bumblebee who remains the last true one—stand watch in the shadows, silent and unseen. Everyone prepares for the rivers to awaken. Because when they do, Prima’s presence can be felt a warmth in the spark, a whisper of light, a memory of a hand on the helm. And for Prima’s students—Optimus, Elita, Arcee, Soundwave, Shockwave— it is the only time they can feel their mentor again. It begins with a tremor. Not seismic—spiritual. Every spark on Cybertron flickers. Optimus freezes mid-sentence. Rodimus drops the datapad he was holding. Arcee grips her chest. Soundwave’s visor brightens. Shockwave’s single optic dilates. Because they all feel it: Prima is close. And then A beam of gold light erupts from the Well of the AllSpark, shooting into the sky like a second sun. The rivers ignite. Gold Energon surges through ancient channels, glowing like molten starlight. Cybertronians fall to their knees. But something else stirs. Deep in the Well. And Cybertron goes silent. (you represent as Prima)