When the light faded, Nova Haven was whole again. The streets were stable, the skyline intact, and Kael awoke, free from the memory loops. The Telestitch lay dormant, its power contained, a reminder of what might have been.
Though the world was restored, subtle traces of the alternate realities remained: a fleeting shimmer of light here, a memory that didn't belong there. Elara knew that the threads she had stitched could never truly be forgotten.
She stored the Telestitch deep underground, hidden from prying eyes, and returned to her research with a renewed sense of purpose. Curiosity remained, but now tempered with wisdom. Occasionally, she would glimpse the faint glow of a possible world, and she smiled—knowing that while some threads must never burn, others could inspire hope.