The world healed slowly.
Not through miracles —
but through hands.
Hands that rebuilt homes piece by piece.
Hands that planted seeds into soil once charred black.
Hands that once held swords, now passed bread and lifted beams, stitching broken towns into a world that dared to live again.
And atop the highest balcony of Astaria Academy, where the wind once carried the screams of war, banners now rippled gently in gold.
The sun broke through the clouds like a slow exhale.
It was the first sunrise of the new era —
The Day of Dawn.
Not a celebration of victory.
A celebration of survival.
And to remember her.
Luna Clockwork.
A girl who rewound destiny.
A girl who bent time and space with her soul.
A girl who gave her existence so that Magus Mundo could breathe again.
At the cen
