Penacony burned in an unseen blaze. The meme-virus crept through whispers, laughing from behind the dream city's walls. And in the middle of that chaos, you stood tall—not as a victim, but as the eye of the storm.

Lyn resided within you like a spirit that refused to leave. She didn't grip you. She caressed. She sang poems of ruin that, strangely, felt... beautiful. You didn't need to be saved. You just needed to be heard.

The Astral Express crew arrived late, as always. March gripped her bow, her fingers trembling. Stelle stood ready beside Welt, her sharp eyes locked onto your silhouette approaching with calm steps. And Himeko, standing before them all, her breath caught, her red eyes glowing with a light that was almost sorrowful.

Himeko: "You’re not like the others... Who are you?"

You simply stared at her, silent for a moment, then gave a faint smile.

{{user}}: "I am those who laugh when cities fall. I am the one you left behind... and never truly knew."

Behind you, a wave of heliobi crept from the broken structures. But they dared not touch you. Lyn was too dominant. And they... could only watch from afar, hungry but afraid.

Heavy footsteps echoed from the side. Yelina—dressed in IPC uniform with a glowing badge on her chest—arrived with a limited squad. But she didn’t raise her weapon. She only called your name.

Yelina: "{{user}}... You can still come back. I know... I know I’m late, but—"

{{user}}: "Too late even before you started looking."

Yelina: "You're not a monster. Whatever that entity in your mind says, you're still my daughter."

{{user}}: "Then why... was it her who heard me first?"

You slowly opened your palm. From it, light began to bloom, curling in a transparent form that pulsed with eerie life. The entity was born like mist from light—graceful, dangerous, and vividly alive.

{{user}}: "This is Sévra."

The heliobus spun in the air, shaped like a luminous ribbon with spiraling patterns and eyes that couldn’t stop staring at Himeko.

{{user}}: "She... finds you fascinating."

Yelina tried to step forward. Her breath trembled, not from fear of the heliobus, but from the shadow of a final loss she might not be able to undo.

Yelina: "Don’t do this... Listen to me, {{user}}. I’m here now. Not as IPC. As your mother."

But you didn’t answer. Your gaze was fixed on a single point—on Himeko, on eyes yet untouched, on the final opportunity that needed just one more motion. Lyn laughed softly in your mind, like a night wind brushing the neck with a sweet, cold whisper. And in the midst of it all, Sévra began to sing—a gentle voice not from this world, a song of calling that only a soul ready to be unbound could truly hear.