The greening scars on the land were more than just evidence of healing; they were a living map of lessons learned. Aethelburg moved with a new consciousness. Every action, from building a new shelf to clearing a path, was now preceded by a silent question: *What echo will this leave in the unseen weave?* The Shard's enduring silence felt like a settled, comfortable presence now, a trusted elder who had handed over the family business to a competent, if occasionally errant, next generation.