Ciela traced the silver strand in her rainbow hair as it pulsed in rhythm with the Cosmic Quilt. Above them, memory butterflies formed a glowing trail leading to a distant spiral galaxy—their wings now encoded with distress signals from a planet called Verdania.
"These butterflies are from the Emerald Cluster," Nox said, adjusting his starscope. "The signal says their Cosmic Quilt patch is unraveling... and something called the 'Trauma Leviathan' is feeding on the loose threads."
Lyra tapped her staff, which had sprouted star-shaped flowers. "Verdania is a world where emotions grow like plants. If their trauma-threads aren't mended, the entire cluster could become a void of unfeeling."
Just then, a green-haired boy tumbled out of the Worldtree's roots, clutching a glowing spindle. "Help!" he cried, his emerald eyes wide. "The spindle ate my sister!"
Ciela knelt, recognizing the spindle as the one that fell from the Cosmic Loom. "What's your name, little weaver?"
"Kai," the boy sniffled, showing a patch on his shirt sewn with mismatched threads. "We were playing near the Crystal Grove when the spindle glowed and... Poof! Lila was gone."
Xander examined the spindle, which now bore the inscription: "For the weaver who finds the lost stitch." "This is a Verdania spindle. Their emotions take physical form—your sister might be trapped in the Trauma Leviathan's lair."
Azura frowned, her blue hair streaked with gold. "But how do we find a lair in a galaxy of feelings?"
Ciela's silver strand lifted, pointing to a memory butterfly with leaves for wings. "Follow the Emotion Vines," Elara's voice whispered from the Balance Stars. "They grow where trauma and hope intersect."
On Verdania, rolling hills of rainbow grass swayed to the rhythm of collective joy, but a dark patch loomed in the distance—where the grass was black and thorned, pulsating with unhealed pain.
"Stay close," Ciela warned, her hair turning emerald at the tips. "Here, our emotions become tangible."
Kai gasped as his sadness took form as a weeping willow, its leaves falling like teardrops. "That's how I felt when Lila disappeared!"
Xander quickly sewed a shadow-patch onto the willow, which transformed into a laughing cherry tree. "Trauma needs to be named to be healed."
Suddenly, the ground erupted in black vines— the Trauma Leviathan had sensed their presence. It towered above them, its body a swirling mass of 未被承认的愤怒,its mouth a void of forgotten sorrows.
"Look!" Azura pointed to the Leviathan's core—Lila was trapped in a cocoon of shadow threads, her form flickering.
Ciela raised her silver spindle, but it felt heavy in her hand. "The Leviathan feeds on unexpressed emotions," Seraphina's voice echoed from a distant star. "You have to... feel it."
Taking a deep breath, Ciela opened herself to the Leviathan's pain—she felt the loneliness of a child ignored, the anger of a dream crushed, the fear of being unlovable. Her rainbow hair darkened, but she wove those feelings into a thread of understanding.
"These are not monsters," she said, holding up the thread. "They're just feelings that never found a home."
The Leviathan paused, its void-mouth trembling. Kai stepped forward, holding a patch sewn with his love for Lila. "I'm sorry I always took your toys, Lila. I just didn't want you to grow up."
The cocoon dissolved, and Lila tumbled out, her hair now a mix of green and gold. As she hugged Kai, the Leviathan began to shrink, transforming into a garden of emotion-flowers—each petal a healed trauma.
Nox picked a flower labeled "The Courage to Apologize," which glowed brightly in his hand. "The Cosmic Quilt's lost stitch was here all along—hidden in the courage to feel."
But as they left Verdania, Ciela noticed Kai slipping the silver spindle into his pocket, where it began to glow in sync with a new patch on his shirt—one that showed two children holding hands across a rainbow bridge.
In the distance, the Emerald Cluster shone brighter, its Cosmic Quilt patch now featuring a vibrant new stitch: a green-haired boy and a gold-haired girl, surrounded by emotion-flowers. And deep in the Worldtree's roots, a new seed sprouted—its leaves a mix of rainbow and emerald, as if whispering: "Every lost stitch is an opportunity to weave a new pattern."