I turned toward the window, my breath hitching. The amusement park, once shrouded in eerie silence and sterile whiteness, was now alive with dazzling light. Cheers from the crowd outside drifted in, faint but unmistakable.

"It’s back," Miles murmured, his gaze fixed on the vibrant scene beyond the glass.

"Ms. Hart, Mr. Mercer, look!" one of the tech guys called out, his voice unsteady.

I followed his pointed finger to the monitor. My stomach churned. ...