Chapter 2001 - Chapter 2001: The Fading Note, The Unbroken Circle

The sea had been his anchor for decades. Elian's hair, once the color of dark sand, was now the white of sea foam, and his face was a map of sun and salt winds. The small, sturdy house he'd built from driftwood and resonant stone stood on the cliffside, its every beam humming with the memory of the songs he'd listened to. He was a fixed point, a landmark for the coastal communities that had grown like coral from the shores of the Singing Sea. They brought him stories, and he, in turn, wove them into the greater tapestry, a living library of the new age.