The night passed in peaceful stillness.
A gentle wind moved through the glowing trees, carrying a faint melody — not quite music, not quite whisper, but something soothing and old. The stars above drifted slowly, and the great floating island itself seemed to sway ever so slightly, like a cradle in the sky.
Lira awoke once during the night and saw faint lights hovering beyond the grove — tiny winged beings, perhaps spirits or remnants of the angels they'd met. They danced in slow circles, their laughter soft as bells, and soon faded into mist.
Serelyth slept sitting upright, wings half-folded, the faint shimmer of her scales blending with the moonlight. Pan snored nearby, muttering something about grapes and endless wine. Renkai had curled near the fire, one ear twitching even in dreams, while Fluffy lay beside Lira, warm and calm, tail wrapped protectively around her.
