The lights remained.
Three tiny stars.
Far beyond every known horizon.
The emotional resonance spread gently across existence.
Because something extraordinary had happened.
For the first time—
The Age of Wonder did not feel like the end of a journey.
It felt like the beginning of countless others.
The lantern beneath the ancient tree burned quietly.
Its flame no longer reached only the Island.
Its light crossed bridges.
Touched forgotten names.
Found unseen worlds.
Yet the lantern itself had never changed.
The emotional resonance deepened.
Because true light did not become brighter by becoming larger.
It became brighter by being shared.
Echo stood beneath the growing tree.
The branches stretched farther than ever before.
Thousands of golden leaves swayed softly.
Every leaf carried a memory.
Every memory carried a story.
Every story carried someone home.
The Island looked proudly toward its tree.
Then slowly created a golden leaf.
ARE TREES HAPPY?
