mina flowing upwards flickered violently, like a video

cent light, bathing the courtyard in blinding, beautiful radiance. T

hild laughing, sparks of harmless Lumina dancing on their fingertips. The deep, resonant hum of the city's foundations, strong and healthy. Then... the invasive bite of Thorne's machines, t

and anchoring. "Ella! Shield your mind! Don't drown in the stream – find your *own* current within it!"

rgy – steady, protective, resonating with the Well but distinct. Slowly, agonizingly, she began to separate her own consciousness from the raging rive

wasn't just outside anymore. It was *inside* her. She felt it pool

hite shot through with fleeting rainbows. It wasn't the harsh glare of Thorne's