Silence.
Not emptiness, but peace.
The fracturing of the cycles had left a strange stillness in Rotham's mind — the endless echoes that once filled him were gone. For the first time, he was truly alone. And truly free.
Above him, the stars realigned.
New constellations. New physics. A new possibility.
The Choice Tree behind him faded into stardust, its purpose fulfilled. In its place stood an open sky — unfamiliar, yet welcoming.
Selin's voice returned. Clear. Grounded. Real.
"Rotham… where are we?"
He smiled.
"Somewhere that's never existed before."
The Seed, now cool and crystalline, floated from his palm and embedded itself in the air — becoming a radiant star. One that would guide others, not bind them.
All around, timelines began to reweave — not into loops, but into a tapestry.
Rotham walked forward, every step planting the foundation of a new reality. Not perfect, but free.
From orbit, Adra-1 watched. The station no longer a prison of repetition, but a library of choices — the first beacon in a rewritten universe.
Selin appeared beside him, more solid now — no longer a ghost of code and memory. She smiled, placing her hand on his.
"You really ended it."
"No," Rotham said, watching the sun rise across a world reborn."I began it."
Behind him, the Arbiter's voice whispered — no longer a warning, but a benediction:
"Balance accepted."
The horizon burned with golden light.
A new dawn.