Tarek stepped forward, his eyes reverent. "Others will come, someday. Drawn by the dream. But it is you who will guide them. Not with rules. Not with fear. But by being."
The meaning of his words sank in slowly.
They were no longer just lovers, explorers, or survivors.
They were founders.
Rose's smile was slow, dangerous, and proud. "Then let's make a world worth guiding them into."
Tarek turned toward a tunnel at the back of the cavern. "Come. The island will show you where to begin."
They followed him, feet bare against the warm stone, bodies still humming with power. The tunnel led upward, winding like a spiral staircase carved into living rock. As they climbed, they passed symbols etched into the walls - scenes of love, of union, of ritual. But also of challenge. Fire. Flood. Temptation.
The Source had given them strength - but not immunity.
At the top, daylight met them. Blinding, golden, alive.
