The monochrome sun that had hung lifeless in the sky was now beginning to shift, its pale hue warming into a brilliant gold. Its gentle rays greeted the flowers stretching open for morning, brushing over petals with warmth as if whispering them awake, and called the insects out from their burrows to begin the day anew.
Though many hearts in the city still beat with unease beneath tense expressions, life had already started to trickle back into the streets. Citizens returned to their routines cautiously, step by step, like a world relearning how to move. And yet—amid all this quiet awakening—one thing remained perfectly still.
The Colossith.
It hadn't moved for hours.
Under the rising sun, it sat in silence, facing the massive mirrored wall. It was feeding—still and content—its entire form locked in place as it absorbed the reflected vibrations like a sunbather soaking in heat.
