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Chapter 10 - The Eternal Orbit

Years passed in the celestial realm, and the scars left by the Eclipse Mirror slowly faded into the tapestry of myth and legend.

The great palace was rebuilt, not with towering walls of frozen starlight and exclusionary gates, but with open courtyards where gods, spirits, and mortals could walk freely beneath the open sky. The silver bridge of bone that Selmora had carved from her own body pulsed stronger than ever, its light steady and warm, guiding travelers across the heavens without fear or hesitation.

Orion changed. No longer blinded by the superficial illusions of vanity, he walked the upper realms with humility and grace, often visiting his mother’s chambers to sit in quiet companionship, listening to the ancient stories of how the cosmos was first shaped. He had learned that love was not a prize to be won or a throne to be defended, but a daily act of endurance and care.

Lysenne lived quietly in the western gardens of the palace. The golden gowns of mist were gone, replaced by simple robes of woven silver silk. She no longer sought the attention of painters or demanded adoration from the court. Instead, she spent her days tending to the night-blooming flowers that grew along the edges of the silver bridge, watching over the mortals who crossed below. When travelers looked up and saw her gentle, aged face smiling down from the garden terrace, they felt no fear—only a deep, comforting sense of peace.

And Selmora, the First Goddess of the Moon, resumed her eternal vigil.

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Every evening, as the sun dipped below the rim of the world and the first stars flickered into life across the velvet dark, she walked to the edge of the great celestial balcony. Her face—luminous, ancient, and whole—caught the reflection of the entire universe, holding the shared dreams of every soul in a single, unbroken gaze.

The moon rose high and clear over a peaceful world, casting its silver light equally upon the palaces of the gods and the humble homes of mortals, reminding every living thing that as long as the night endured, no one would ever walk in the dark alone.

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