The gem’s light flares one final time – and the vision SHATTERS.

Not like before. Not a flicker or a fracture. The world around you breaks apart like a dropped mirror, shards of memory spinning into void. The town square. The pedestal. The hollow shell that was once Varek. All of it dissolving into purple nothing.

And in that nothing, you hear something that doesn’t belong to the memory at all.

A child’s heartbeat.

Your heartbeat.

Growing louder.