The Gate of Harmony did more than filter newcomers; it became the beating heart of The Wellspring's identity. Its existence, a testament to their values, acted as a constant reminder of who they were and who they aspired to be. Lyra and her son, Finn, were living proof of its purpose. They integrated not as refugees, but as kindred spirits, their own quiet melody of resilience weaving seamlessly into the settlement's song. Lyra had a forager's keen eye, adding new edible fungi and greens to their larder, and her gentle lullabies to Finn often joined the evening harmonies, a sweet, new counterpoint.