The corridors of the Archive beckoned with a silent, magnetic pull—a promise of both revelation and reckoning. Though the trio had mended countless broken narratives and sealed the void of forgotten endings, a new tremor of uncertainty now pulsed within the ancient halls. Every step Liam, Elena, and Finn took echoed against walls inscribed with memories and the bittersweet residue of endless possibility.
They emerged into a vast vestibule where the light was softer, filtered through stained glass windows that depicted scenes of love, loss, and hope. Dust motes danced like tiny ghosts amid beams of color, and the air shimmered with the potential of unwritten stories. Here, the Archive was not just a repository of completed legends—it was a living tapestry of every choice, every missed opportunity, every future yet to be decided.
