Eirene's robe stirred without wind.
Then—
The keys responded.
Without command, they slipped free from her possession.
Five lights bloomed in the air.
They did not rush.
They hovered, perfectly still, as if pausing to remember what they were.
The first key drifted forward.
A crescent of pale silver.
The Key of Silence.
It emitted no aura and no fluctuation, only absence. The space around it felt quieter as though sound itself hesitated in its presence.
Next came a key shaped like a delicate flower. Its petals faintly glowed with a drowsy warmth.
The Key of Slumber.
Its light pulsed rhythmically like breathing in sleep. The pressure in the air softened around it, coaxing awareness to slow and urging everything toward rest.
The third key followed. It's like a frozen wave of sound.
The Key of Resonance.
They felt it hum inside their chest. It carried memory. The idea that even silence remembers what once moved through it.
Then came a star-shaped key.
The Key of Verdict.
