After the Granites lift Clain, Phryne and Nessa safely from the rubble of the destroyed lab, the factions of the Lost Millennium face the fateful decision to unite for their best shot to bring Fractale down—or surrender.
I became lost at dawn and 
lost sight of it at sunset
تُهت في الفجر وغاب عن نظري عند غروب الشمس
Je me suis égarée de l’aube
Jusqu’à la tombée de la nuit