And if you ever walk through Driftwood End, listen closely. You might hear a soft humming from the crooked tower, and the faint, happy sound of a laugh that once fell out of the world.
Sparx didn’t look up. “I find what was never truly gone.” sparx matys
He brought it back to Lira, who was waiting in the tower’s lantern light. Without a word, he pressed the orb into the bronze gear. The gear ticked once, twice—and spun. And if you ever walk through Driftwood End, listen closely
Inside the cave, Sparx found the laugh. It was a small, golden orb, dimmed but still warm. He cupped it in his hands, and for a moment, he heard it: a bubbling, hiccupping sound, full of surprise and joy. and the faint