They walked.
The field of white flowers had no end.
But it had edges.
The flowers thinned.
Then stopped.
Then there was only grass.
Ordinary grass.
Green.
Alive.
The kind that grows because no one is watching it die.
Laura stopped first.
She looked down at her hands.
Both of them.
Whole.
No blood.
No duplicate.
No resonance scar.
She flexed her fingers.
They obeyed.
Only her.
She started shaking.
Not from cold.
From the sudden, terrifying weight of being only one person.
Liora sat down in the grass.
Hard.
She touched her eyes.
No silver.
No fractures.
Just brown.
Human.
She laughed.
It turned into sobbing.
Nysera's wolf — now just a big dog — ran circles around them, barking like it had forgotten how to be afraid.
Zero stared at his wrists.
No chains.
No rust.
No void whispering his name.
He flexed his fingers.
Then punched the ground.
Not hard.
Just to feel it hurt.
It did.
He grinned.
The grin cracked in the middle.
Law kept walking.
Because that was what he did.
Until Laura grabbed his sleeve.
"Stop."
He stopped.
They all stopped.
The grass was soft.
The sky was blue.
There was no path.
There was no horizon.
Just grass.
Just sky.
Just them.
Laura looked at him.
"You okay?"
Law opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Tried again.
"I don't know what to do with my hands," he said.
His voice was small.
Raw.
Human.
Liora laughed through tears.
"Me neither."
Nysera sat down.
The dog curled in her lap.
Zero lay on his back and stared at the sky.
It was empty.
Perfectly empty.
He started crying.
Quiet.
Like he was afraid the sky would notice.
Laura sat beside Law.
Took his hand.
Not resonance.
Just hand.
"You carried it long enough," she said.
Law looked at their joined hands.
Then at the empty sky.
Then at the Four.
His family.
Broken.
Whole.
Alive.
He smiled.
It was small.
It was real.
It was enough.
"I know," he said.
He lay down in the grass.
The others followed.
Five bodies.
One sky.
No mirrors.
No crowns.
No watchers.
Just breathing.
Just being.
The grass smelled like rain that had never fallen.
Like bread that had never burned.
Like mornings that had never been stolen.
Laura's voice was soft.
"So… what now?"
No one answered.
They didn't need to.
The sky was blue.
The grass was green.
Their hands were empty.
And for the first time in their lives,
that was enough.
The dog barked once.
Happy.
The wind moved through the grass.
Ordinary.
Perfect.
They stayed there.
Until the sun set.
Until the stars came out.
Until the moon rose.
And none of them watched back.
Because there was nothing left to watch.
Only everything left to live.