text: The seams between the worlds had closed. That much seemed certain, in the aftermath of the shattered temple and broken heavens.
  
  The satellites had disappeared, leaving the sky empty, save for the double helix of the suns during the day and the three warbling moons at night.
  
  Had Lilia made the satellites come back to together into a single form? If so, where had it gone? Where had she gone? Sent somewhere else? Blinked out of existence, like so many of the other people that had been brought together from across so many worlds? Whole armies had gone missing, villages scoured of inhabitants. Those who remained went mad, struggling with a rush of disparate memories, of lives lived and unlived.
  
  The world of Raisa had come back together. They had won. But to win, they had broken the world they knew. They had broken the sky.
  
  A nascent world began that day. What that world would look like, though, no one knew. That was a future none of them had lived, not in any memory, not on any world.
  
  It was something entirely new.