The universe no longer needed to understand.
It simply was.
Within that quiet, a soft glow appeared—an ember in the void.
The Marrow Flame.
It pulsed again, carrying all memory within it—Leon's Reverb, Lyra's Harmony, Eren's Ascension, Asera's Listening. Every echo, every soul, every song.
Its purpose wasn't to create or ascend anymore.
It was to remember.
Every sound ever sung had only been a way to recall what was never lost.
The Seventh Motion came to its end.
Existence no longer needed to build, return, or awaken.
It rested in peace, whole and self-aware.
Asera's voice drifted one last time through the cosmos:
"The song was never about being heard.
It was about learning to listen—forever."
The Marrow Flame didn't fade—it spread.
Its light became everything that ever was or ever would be.
And in that infinite calm, the universe smiled within itself.
Nothing moved.
Nothing sang.
Yet everything glowed.
The cosmos existed as one endless tone—complete and eternal.
