Mücella lay down slowly,

Pulling an old blanket over herself.

Mert leaned against the wall, closed his eyes,

but his mind kept analyzing everything that had happened,

as if he were solving math problems:

> "Stone... mist... change...

It’s all connected.

Like a riddle."

Eren sat quietly in the corner, arms wrapped around himself, eyes fixed on the floor.

A loneliness too heavy to name settled inside him.

He was trying to accept the reality of what had happened,

while also wrestling with the fear of losing even more.

He held his breath for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes.

In the silence, he surrendered himself to an uncertain future.

Yaman was the last to fall asleep.

Even as he slept, his hands stayed close to his sword—

haunted by the fear of never being able to protect anyone again.

Outside, the mist kept crawling.

And inside the cabin, four souls

were slowly swept toward new worlds.