[Sleep Mode: Active.] [Dream Sequence Initiated...]
The war was gone.
I was standing in a field of golden wheat. The sky wasn't burning; it was a soft, bruising purple. A sunset.
Lyra stood on the hill, her back to me.
She was wearing that white sundress she loved, the one that always got stained with oil when she helped me fix my bike. She held a violin—but it wasn't just a violin. It was the Type-Resonance: Eurydice. The wood was interwoven with silver coils and heat sinks.
"Caelum," she said. Her voice was like a melody that breaks your heart.
She turned around. She was crying.
"Why do you keep coming back?" she asked.
"To save you," I said. My voice felt heavy. "I have to find the route where you don't die."
Lyra shook her head. She raised the bow to the strings.
"You can't save a song once it's ended, Caelum. You just have to play a new one."
She began to play. The sound wasn't music; it was a scream. The coils on her violin glowed blinding white. The world around us began to shatter like glass.
"Wake up," she whispered. "She's watching you."