Months later, the front of Lumina's grandest cinema was surrendered to a literal sea of people as a single name echoed across massive digital screens: Aris. The film was being hailed not just as a box-office hit, but as a revolution in cinematic history; Aris's raw "authenticity" had captivated the audience, completely erasing the memory of Marcus Thorne's artificial glitter. On gala night, Aris tried to keep his Sight at a minimum while walking under the blinding flashes, as feeling the simultaneous admiration, jealousy, and expectations of thousands now caused him physical pain. In the eyes of the powerful producers who approached him on the red carpet, he saw more apprehension than praise; everyone was now terrified of the eyes that could "see the truth." When he retreated to his dressing room after the ceremony, he found an anonymous, sealed envelope on his table sent from the prison. Marcus's handwriting was arrogant as ever, but this time hauntingly calm: "Congratulations, Aris. You took the crown from me, and now everyone bows before you. But you're forgetting one thing: the road to the top is opened by talent, but staying there requires you to turn that talent into a weapon. I wasn't a monster; this system turned me into one to protect itself. Now it's your turn. That thing you call 'The Sight' will alienate you from people over time; when you see everyone's lies, you won't be able to love anyone. You are the system's new 'golden boy,' Aris. Let's see how long you can remain yourself, or if you, too, will start wearing a mask." Aris slowly set the letter down and looked at his reflection in the mirror. In his eyes, there was still a glimmer of the boy from the small town who just wanted to act. But Marcus was right; from now on, he had to weigh every step, every look, and every intention. The Sight was no longer his escape; it was his greatest secret and his heaviest burden. As the roar of applause grew outside, Aris took a deep breath, straightened his jacket, and headed for the door. Marcus Thorne once thought he controlled the light, but Aris had become the light itself—and every bright light leaves a deep shadow behind. Aris stepped onto the stage, the spotlights hit him, and he smiled. It was the hardest role of his life: acting like himself.