Location:Seven Peaks — Multiple
Date/Time:TC1856.08.16 (Dawn to Evening)
The shelter doors opened at oh-six-hundred.
Clara Ashwood carried her daughter up the stone steps into morning light that felt different — not because anything visible had changed but because the air carried a stillness that hadn't been there yesterday. The formation lamps in the stairwell dimmed behind her as the automated systems registered the evacuation reversal, and the sunlight hit her face with the specific warmth of a world that had almost changed and hadn't.
Her daughter squinted. "Is it morning?"
"It's morning."
"Did the ground stop shaking?"
