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Lester's pupils constricted, and he immediately let go of Irene's hand. "Rene, I have something to attend to. I'll come back to see you afterward." Without another word, he strode out of the ward. Irene was close enough to hear Henry's words on the phone, and jealousy flared uncontrollably in her chest. She called after Lester, desperate to make him turn back. But it was as if he hadn't heard her at all. He just left without the slightest hesitation.

“What's going on Clara?” “Are you okay?” “What's going on?” That’s a lot of questions. Are we playing twenty questions now, guys?” Clarabel knew she had snapped at her friends. “Sorry.” They both said at the same time. “Relax, Clara. We are really concerned. You should see how you look.” Maddison say as she sipped her chapman. Clara loved the way Jane kept stroking her hair. It was tender and homely. It made her purr.

“A small calling. But it is dangerous. The Riven will listen and weigh us. If they do not like what they hear, they will come.” Darius didn't move. He looked at Lyra like a man deciding whether to walk into fire. “Try,” he said. “Do it.” Lyra closed her eyes and cupped her hands. She began to hum, a low sound, a thread of music with no tune like a knife sliding slowly into cloth. The air changed. Even the horses stilled. The torch flames bent like grass to wind. The sound drifted thin and low, and then Lyra began to speak words that felt older than the trees.

When their palms met, a shockwave of warmth rippled outward. In that moment, Lyra saw everything— the stars spinning in their endless dance, the first universe collapsing into the next, the Flow twisting and reforming across time, each life, each soul, each choice a single note in an infinite harmony. She saw Seren’s love, Nareth’s fire, Amira’s song, her own heartbeat— all woven into the same melody. Tears streamed down her face. > It’s all music, she whispered. Every life, every death, every dream…

“I.. that—” Lyra placed her palm on his cheek. “It’s okay, Daddy. You don’t have to hide it.” He swallowed. “You’re growing too fast.” “I have to,” she whispered. “The moons say time is moving.” I stiffened. Damon felt it. His hand slid behind my back. “What do you mean?” I asked gently. Lyra tilted her head, studying the space around us as if listening to something only she could hear. “There’s peace now,” she said. “But peace is just the space between heartbeats. It isn’t the whole song.”

Eyes 🎵🎶 Like a sunrise🎵🎶 Like a rainfall🎵🎶 Down my soul🎵🎶 And I wonder🎵🎶 I wonder why you look at me like that🎵🎶 What you're thinking🎵🎶 What's behind🎵🎶 Don't tell me🎵🎶 But it feels like love🎵🎶

♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ (Chorus) 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 Oh, Tuberose, your words surround me, A symphony of emotions, a love song set free. With every turn of the page, I'm lost in your embrace, In this melody of longing, your essence I chase. 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 (Outro) 𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞 As the song softly plays, I dream of the day,

A drop on C. A drop on D minor. And his claws parting her flesh like soft butter. Uncurling her fists, she lifted her calm fingers to the keys, finding the proper placements without so much of a thought and added pressure to the first key. The respective sound echoed through the chamber. Parisa repeated with another finger, and then another, and another– slow and unhurried as she began to sink into a familiar song recently learned. Je te laisserai des mots by whom she did not know.

Only the palace lanterns around the man-made island in the middle of Taiye palace lake were lit up. A number of musicians looked ready at the high platform. Soon they started to play their instruments. The melody of the infamous The Night Reveals The Moon flowed beautifully. Appearing from the dark between the musicians, Han Yao Ying approached the spot at the center of the platform. Under the beauty of the full moon, she lifted her beautiful hands up towards the skies as if she became one with the Moon. A long lime color shawl made from silk wrapped around her body perfectly. It was like the moon shined in her performance, she danced elegantly in perfect harmony with the song.

His words had caught her off guard. “What are you trying to say?” Lyon’s expression changed a bit, almost softening with a bit. “I may be able to bring him back.” The words shocked her. “How?” She asked, her hands shaking as she dropped to one knee in front of him “I see the threads now,” Lyon explained, his voice distant. “Time isn’t just forward. It loops, it knots. All I just need to do is to find the right one.” “No,” Isabella interrupted, grabbing his hands with a fierce urgency.