Serena’s poem, spoken from Aurelia:

I lay on the dark ground
and the sky leaned down.

It spoke the way the Triangle once did—
not with words,
but with absence so complete
it became a voice.

Here the stars are closer.
They do not ask permission.
They simply arrive
and wait for you to notice
you are already inside them.

I listened.
The planet listened back.

That was the first night
I understood
we had not escaped the mystery.
We had only given it a new name.

✍️ Opal replied the author.