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Elara followed as a silent witness, a ghost inside his memory.

She watched the younger Kael—stiff in his uniform, already half-gone to duty—walk past his daughter without a word. But now, now , the older Kael's consciousness reached out. He placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder. She turned, surprised. rigin studio

She guided Kael into the coil's hum. His breathing slowed. His eyes opened—not seeing her studio, but a sunlit kitchen fifty years gone. Elara followed as a silent witness, a ghost