POV: Clara 

I woke up and the world was gray again.

No gold. No fire. No hum of divinity in the air. 

Just rain. 

Soft, steady, human rain. 

It fell through the roof of the den and pattered onto my hands. The sound was so... normal that I started to cry. After everything—the storm of light, the screaming sky, the feel of Daniel’s pulse beating through the earth—this quiet was almost holy.

I lay still for a long time, just breathing. My body ...