Felix knew something was ending.Or beginning. The distinction had become meaningless somewhere along the way, lost in the endless cycles of transformation that had reshaped reality. But he could feel it—a gentle pulling, like the tide calling the ocean home, like gravity inviting a leaf to fall, like the last note of a symphony hanging in the air before silence.He was dissolving.Not dying. Death had revealed itself to be something different than he'd once thought—not erasure but transformation, not ending but transition. This was something else. Something he had no words for, which seemed appropriate given how inadequate words had proven to be for the truly profound experiences.The grove had emptied over what might have been days or moments. His students had drifted away, clutching their Codex fragments, eager to begin their own rewrites. Liora and Kael had left together, their complementary essences now inseparable, off to explore what their union could create. Even the Archivist