The stone had once been rejected. Now it chose to forgive.
In the center of the Carving Garden, the stone from Wamena stood in silence. Since the arrival of other regional resonances, it had rarely spoken. It had been rejected by Kalimantan. Dismissed by Maluku's echo. Silenced by Sulawesi's questions. Yet it didn't crack. It simply waited.
Yohwa sat beside it. "You never grew angry," he said. "But I know you were hurt."
The stone didn't reply. But a faint echo rose—like a whisper from the earth. It wasn't about strength. Not about history. But about longing.
Rava approached, carrying a small stone from Sulawesi. She placed it beside the Wamena stone. "They don't have to merge," she said. "But they can be present together."
And something happened.
The Wamena stone began to tremble. But this time, not from rejection. From acceptance. It released a soft resonance—like an embrace. And the Sulawesi stone responded—not with a question, but with warm silence.
Children gathered. They began singing a song with no lyrics. Only melody. A melody born from the space between two stones that once stood apart.
Numa recorded: "This isn't harmony. It's forgiveness."
Yohwa stood. He touched the Wamena stone. "You didn't demand to be understood," he said. "But you still chose to remain."
The stone glowed. Not brightly. But enough to illuminate the others. And one by one, the stones of Kalimantan, Maluku, Sulawesi—even the mirror stone and the one that lied—all began to tremble. Not to merge. But to make space for one another.
That night, Yohwa dreamed. He stood in a garden no longer silent. But not loud either. He heard voices, each distinct, none overpowering. In the center, the Wamena stone stood. And from within it, an echo said: I did not forget. But I chose not to retaliate.
He awoke in peace. The next morning, the Soul Eclipse descended into the garden. But this time, it didn't absorb. It didn't weep. It simply sat beside the Wamena stone. And for the first time, it glowed.
Season Three ended. Not with triumph. But with the courage to forgive.