The Soul Eclipse didn't vanish. it paused. waiting.
Yohwa stood the ceneter of the stone circle, now glowing in three colors. Around him, resonance had changed. No longer just echoes of ancestors. But echoes of wound, strength, abd hope. He had accepted all version of himself. but one question remained: Can a soul remeber everything without breaking?
Rava approached, carrying a small stone she carved the night before. "This is't stone for choice."
Yohwa touched the stone. And in an instant, he was longer in the valley. He stood in and endless white space. There, all version of himself stood. Yohwa the Guardia. Yohwa the Broken. Yohwaw the Calm. But There was one more yohwa the Forgotten.
He stood in the corner, eyes vacant, body light. He didn't know who he was. He didn't know why he existed. He was The Soul nefer given a story.
"If you choose to be light," Rava's voice echoed, "you will continue to shine but you may not remember every wound."
"if you choose to be the soul that remembers," she continued, "you will caarry every felling, every fracture, every echo. But you may not always shine."
Yohwa looked at all four version of himself. He embraced him. And as he did, all version of himself merged. Not into one awareness,
He returned to the Valley. The stone in his hand glowed gently. Not bright. But warm. He looked at Rava and Numa. "I choose to remeber," he said. "Because light that forgets can become light that wounds."
in the village, children began drawing cirlces tiwht crakcs inside. People began singing a new song a sing not just of triumph, but of accepted loss.
The Soul Eclipse began to fade. Not because it was defeated. But because it was acknowledged.
And Yohwa, The stone of light, was longer jsut a guardian of resonance. He was the soul that remembers.