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When Kael woke, his own cheeks were wet. He clutched the photograph to his chest.

Elara nodded. She didn't explain the rules. She never did. You can't alter the past's outcome—only its texture . A word unspoken could be whispered. A hand not held could be touched. The timeline would heal around the change like water closing over a stone. rigin studio

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. When Kael woke, his own cheeks were wet

"I see you," he said. "Your roses are the most beautiful thing I've ever known." When Kael woke