■ 🕑 1. Archduck
│  This thread is to provide eternal gratitude toward Archduck as a franchise as well as chronicle the story of Archduck.
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├─■ 🕑 2. 
│ │  The Canon of Archduck
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│ │   Archduck story 1
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│ │   Once upon a time in a vibrant pond nestled within a lush forest, there lived a unique duck named Archduck. Unlike the other ducks, Archduck had a strikingly colorful plumage that shimmered in the sunlight, with hues of blue, green, and gold. He was known for his adventurous spirit and his love for exploring beyond the pond.
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│ │   One sunny morning, Archduck decided it was time to embark on a grand adventure. He gathered his friends, a wise old turtle named Shelly and a playful frog named Jumpy, and together they set off to discover what lay beyond the familiar shores of their pond.
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│ │   As they waddled through the forest, they encountered a sparkling stream that flowed with crystal-clear water. Archduck, always the curious one, suggested they follow the stream to see where it led. Along the way, they met a friendly squirrel named Nutty, who joined their expedition, eager to share stories of the wonders he had seen.
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│ │   After a long journey filled with laughter and exploration, they arrived at a breathtaking waterfall cascading into a hidden lagoon. The sight was so magnificent that Archduck and his friends couldn't help but jump in and splash around, enjoying the cool water on a warm day.
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│ │   As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Archduck realized that the best part of the adventure was not just the beautiful sights but the time spent with his friends. They shared stories, dreams, and laughter, creating memories that would last a lifetime.
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│ │   From that day on, Archduck became known as the explorer of the pond, inspiring other animals to venture out and discover the beauty of the world around them. He learned that adventure is best when shared with friends, and that every journey, big or small, is filled with magic and wonder. And so, Archduck and his friends continued to explore, always seeking new adventures together.
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│ │   Archduck, the first ever Duck to be Trans-species Cat named Doppo
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│ │   One day, Archduck was lounging by the pond, watching the playful antics of the cats that lived nearby. He admired how they could leap gracefully, curl up in the sun, and purr contentedly. Inspired by their charm, Archduck declared, "I want to be a cat named Doppo!"
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│ │   His friends, Shelly the turtle and Jumpy the frog, looked at him curiously. "Doppo? Why a cat?" asked Jumpy, tilting his head.
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│ │   Archduck replied, "Cats seem so carefree! They can explore the world in a different way, and they always look so cozy when they nap. Plus, I think I’d look great with a fluffy tail!"
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│ │   Shelly chuckled, "Well, if you want to be Doppo the cat, you’ll need to learn a few things. Cats are known for their stealth and agility. You’ll have to practice your pouncing!"
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│ │   Determined, Archduck began his training. He practiced leaping from lily pad to lily pad, trying to mimic the graceful movements of the cats. With each jump, he felt more confident, imagining himself as Doppo, the adventurous cat.
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│ │   As the days passed, Archduck embraced his new identity. He even started to adopt some cat-like behaviors, like napping in the sun and chasing after butterflies. His friends cheered him on, and soon, everyone in the forest began to call him Doppo the Duck-Cat.
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│ │   One day, while exploring the forest, Archduck (or Doppo) encountered a group of real cats. They were intrigued by the colorful duck who claimed to be one of them. "You may not look like us, but you have the heart of a cat," one of the cats said. "Join us for a game of chase!"
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│ │   Archduck happily joined in, darting and leaping alongside his new feline friends. He realized that being Doppo was not just about looking like a cat; it was about embracing the spirit of adventure and friendship.
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│ │   From that day on, Archduck, now affectionately known as Doppo, continued to explore the world with his friends, proving that no matter what form you take, it’s the joy of adventure and the bonds of friendship that truly matter.
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│ └─■ 🕑 5. 
│     Archduck AKA Doppo the cat && Waifu the hamster
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│     Once upon a time in a cozy little home near the pond, Archduck, who now proudly went by the name Doppo, lived happily with his beloved wife, Waifu, a cheerful hamster with a fluffy coat and bright, curious eyes. They shared a love for adventure and cozy nights in, making their life together truly special.
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│     One evening, Doppo decided to surprise Waifu with a delicious homemade dinner. He knew her favorite comfort food was mac and cheese, so he waddled into the kitchen, excited to whip up a cheesy masterpiece. With a little help from his friends, he gathered all the ingredients: pasta, creamy cheese, and a sprinkle of breadcrumbs for that perfect crunch.
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│     As the water boiled and the pasta cooked, Doppo hummed a cheerful tune, imagining Waifu’s delighted face when she tasted his creation. He carefully mixed the cheese sauce, making sure it was creamy and flavorful. Once everything was ready, he plated the mac and cheese with a flourish, adding a little garnish of parsley on top.
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│     “Dinner is served!” Doppo called out, his heart racing with anticipation. Waifu scampered into the kitchen, her tiny nose twitching with excitement. “Oh, Doppo! This looks amazing!” she squeaked, her eyes sparkling with joy.
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│     They set up a cozy spot on the couch, complete with soft blankets and their favorite snacks. As they settled in, Doppo turned on the TV, and they began to watch their favorite show, a delightful animated series about a brave little hamster who went on grand adventures.
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│     With each cheesy bite of mac and cheese, they laughed and cheered for the characters on the screen. Waifu snuggled close to Doppo, her little heart filled with happiness. “This is the best dinner ever!” she exclaimed, her cheeks stuffed with cheesy goodness.
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│     As the show continued, they shared stories about their day, their dreams, and their plans for future adventures. Doppo loved hearing Waifu’s tales of her explorations in the garden, while Waifu adored listening to Doppo’s stories about his escapades around the pond.
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│     After the show ended, they decided to play a fun game together, testing their skills and laughter. They spent the evening filled with joy, love, and the warmth of each other’s company.
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│     As the stars twinkled outside, Doppo and Waifu cuddled up, feeling grateful for the simple yet beautiful moments they shared. In their little home, surrounded by love and laughter, they knew that together, they could create a lifetime of happy memories.
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├─■ 🕑 6. 
│   Quack.
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├─■ 🕑 7. 
│   DISNEY BOUGHT ARCHDUCK AND REBOOTED IT HERE IS THE NEW TRILOGY
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│   ARCHDUCK: TRILOGY I — THE POND STIRS
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│   The pond had not changed in a very long time.
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│   The water still reflected the sky like polished glass. The reeds still whispered secrets to the wind. The lily pads still drifted, slow and patient, as if waiting for something they could not name.
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│   But something had changed.
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│   At the center of the pond stood Doppo.
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│   Once known as Archduck, Doppo was many things now: duck, cat, explorer, husband, something in between, something beyond. His feathers still shimmered with blue, green, and gold—but there was a quiet weight to him, the kind that came from living a full life and sensing that it was about to tilt.
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│   Waifu the hamster sat on the porch railing behind him, paws folded neatly, eyes sharp despite her small size.
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│   “You’re pacing again,” she said.
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│   Doppo flicked his tail—yes, his tail, thank you very much—and stopped. “The pond feels… louder,” he replied.
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│   Waifu listened. The frogs croaked as usual. The turtles basked. Birds passed overhead.
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│   “It sounds the same,” she said.
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│   “That’s what worries me.”
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│   Across the water, something rippled—once, then stopped. No splash. No fish. Just a wrinkle in the surface, as if the pond itself had flinched.
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│   From the forest edge, Shelly the turtle emerged, slower than ever but with eyes that had seen centuries of nonsense and knew when nonsense was becoming important.
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│   “The boundaries are thinning,” Shelly said without preamble.
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│   Doppo turned. “Between what and what?”
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│   Shelly adjusted her shell. “Between what we are… and what we are allowed to be.”
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│   The wind picked up. Leaves spiraled. Somewhere far off, a bell rang—though no bell had ever existed near the pond before.
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│   Waifu hopped down, suddenly serious. “I don’t like first bells,” she said. “They always mean a second one is coming.”
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│   From the forest, shadows stretched longer than they should have. Shapes moved that didn’t belong to any animal the pond recognized. And deep beneath the water, something ancient shifted, awakening not with anger—but with curiosity.
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│   Doppo stepped forward.
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│   He didn’t draw a weapon. He didn’t make a speech.
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│   He simply said, “Alright. Let’s see what’s knocking.”
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│   Behind him stood Waifu.
│   Beside him stood Shelly.
│   Somewhere in the reeds, Jumpy was already panicking.
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│   And above the pond, the sky subtly cracked—not breaking, just bending—as if the story itself had decided it was time to move again.
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│   This was not the end of anything.
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│   This was the beginning of the next three.
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├─■ 🕑 8. 
│   ARCHDUCK: TRILOGY I — PART II: THE VISITORS
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│   The second bell rang at dawn.
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│   It wasn’t loud. It didn’t echo.
│   It simply existed, sliding into the morning air like it had always been there and everyone else was late noticing it.
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│   Doppo woke instantly.
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│   Waifu was already sitting upright, fur puffed, eyes wide. “That was the second one,” she said. “I hate being right.”
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│   Outside, the pond had gone unnaturally still. No ripples. No insects. Even the reeds had frozen mid-sway, bent like they were holding a breath they couldn’t release.
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│   Shelly was already waiting by the water when Doppo stepped out. Jumpy hovered nearby, vibrating with anxiety rather than actually jumping.
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│   “They’re early,” Shelly said.
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│   “They?” Doppo asked.
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│   Shelly nodded toward the far bank.
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│   The air there folded inward.
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│   Not tore. Not shattered. Folded—like paper creased by an invisible hand. From the crease stepped three figures.
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│   They were shaped like animals, but wrong in the way reflections are wrong when the water is disturbed.
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│   The first resembled a duck, but its feathers were flat, colorless, like illustrations cut from a book.
│   The second looked vaguely feline, walking with a smooth, rehearsed grace.
│   The third was small—hamster-sized—but its eyes were too old, too sharp, as if they’d watched a thousand ponds rise and dry out.
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│   They stopped at the water’s edge.
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│   The duck-thing spoke first.
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│   “ARCHDUCK,” it said.
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│   Doppo didn’t move. “No one’s called me that in a long time.”
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│   The cat-thing tilted its head. “Records persist.”
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│   Waifu stepped forward before Doppo could stop her. “Who are you,” she demanded, “and why are you using expired names?”
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│   The small one smiled. It was not a kind smile.
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│   “We are the Curators,” it said. “We observe stories that deviate.”
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│   Shelly’s eyes narrowed. “Deviate from what?”
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│   The duck-Curator gestured at Doppo. “From their original form. From their assigned arc.”
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│   The pond shuddered. A low hum rolled through the water, deep and ancient, like something below had decided to listen.
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│   Doppo finally spoke.
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│   “I didn’t deviate,” he said calmly. “I became.”
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│   The cat-Curator stepped closer. Its reflection didn’t match its movement. “Becoming without authorization destabilizes narrative environments.”
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│   Jumpy squeaked. “IT’S TALKING LIKE A MANUAL.”
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│   Waifu planted herself in front of Doppo, paws clenched. “You don’t get to authorize lives.”
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│   The small Curator’s smile faded.
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│   “Then the pond will be corrected.”
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│   The water split—not violently, but decisively. Lines of light traced across the surface like rewritten sentences. Trees flickered. The sky dimmed, as if someone had lowered saturation.
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│   Deep beneath them, the ancient thing in the pond rose—not physically, but in awareness.
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│   Shelly whispered, reverent and afraid, “The Pond Rememberer has awakened.”
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│   Doppo felt it then—not fear, not anger—but a pull. The same pull he’d felt the day he first said, I want to be Doppo.
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│   He stepped into the water.
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│   The Curators recoiled.
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│   “You cannot enter,” the duck-Curator warned. “Protagonists are not permitted to—”
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│   “I’m not your protagonist,” Doppo said.
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│   The pond glowed.
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│   Waifu leapt after him without hesitation.
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│   The surface closed behind them like a final punctuation mark.
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│   And for the first time since stories were cataloged and contained, the Curators did not know what would happen next.
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└─■ 🕑 9. 
    ARCHDUCK: TRILOGY I — PART III: THE POND THAT TALKS BACK
    
    The water did not feel wet.
    
    It felt listening.
    
    Doppo and Waifu sank without sinking, suspended in a glowing blue-green vastness that stretched far deeper than the pond had ever been. Above them, the surface shimmered like a half-remembered dream. Below them—below was impossible, yet unmistakably there—something vast shifted.
    
    Waifu clung to Doppo’s arm. “Okay,” she said, voice steady but tight, “next time you jump into reality-altering water, please give a warning.”
    
    “Noted,” Doppo replied.
    
    The glow brightened.
    
    A voice rose—not from one direction, but from everywhere the pond had ever been.
    
    YOU REMEMBER ME.
    
    Doppo inhaled sharply. “You’re the Pond Rememberer.”
    
    I AM WHAT HOLDS WHAT WAS,
    AND WHAT WAS NEVER ALLOWED TO BE.
    
    Images rippled through the water around them.
    
    Archduck as he once was—bright, curious, young.
    Doppo practicing clumsy leaps, imagining a tail.
    Waifu laughing on the couch, cheese on her whiskers.
    Moments small enough the Curators would never log.
    
    Waifu’s eyes filled. “You kept all this?”
    
    THEY WERE REAL. REAL THINGS LEAVE MARKS.
    
    Above them, the surface flickered violently. The Curators’ silhouettes pressed against it like figures behind frosted glass.
    
    THEY HAVE BEGUN THE CORRECTION, the Pond said.
    IF THEY FINISH, THIS PLACE BECOMES A LOOP. SAFE. EMPTY.
    
    Doppo felt anger then—not loud, not explosive, but firm.
    
    “They want us archived,” he said. “Flattened.”
    
    YES.
    BUT YOU BROKE FORM. YOU BROKE SEQUENCE.
    YOU GAVE ME SOMETHING NEW TO REMEMBER.
    
    The water surged upward.
    
    Back at the surface, Shelly braced herself as cracks of light raced across the pond. Jumpy clung to a reed, screaming in a pitch only dogs could hear.
    
    The Curators spoke in unison now.
    
    “THE ANOMALY IS ESCALATING.”
    
    “INITIATE FINAL LOCK.”
    
    A ring of pale symbols descended toward the water like a closing lid.
    
    Below, the Pond Rememberer spoke one last time.
    
    DOPPO.
    WAIFU.
    YOU MAY ANCHOR THIS PLACE—OR SET IT FREE.
    
    Waifu looked at Doppo. No fear. No hesitation.
    
    “Whatever we do,” she said, “we do it together.”
    
    Doppo nodded.
    
    He placed one hand on the glowing water. Waifu placed hers on top of his.
    
    “I don’t want a perfect story,” Doppo said.
    “I want one that can change.”
    
    The pond answered.
    
    Light erupted upward—not destructive, not violent, but expansive. The symbols shattered into drifting fragments. The Curators staggered back as the water surged beyond its banks, rewriting not terrain, but possibility.
    
    Trees straightened—but differently.
    Paths appeared where none had been.
    The sky deepened, richer, wider.
    
    The Curators faded, voices strained and uncertain.
    
    “THIS ENVIRONMENT IS NO LONGER COMPLIANT.”
    
    “WITHDRAW.”
    
    Silence followed.
    
    Then—gentle ripples.
    
    Doppo and Waifu emerged at the pond’s edge, soaked and smiling, the world subtly changed around them. Not louder. Not bigger.
    
    Just alive in a way it hadn’t been before.
    
    Shelly exhaled slowly. “Well,” she said, “that’s going to cause ripples.”
    
    Jumpy fainted.
    
    Waifu leaned against Doppo. “So,” she asked, “what did we just do?”
    
    Doppo looked across the pond—at the new paths, the unfamiliar stars beginning to appear even though it wasn’t night yet.
    
    “I think,” he said, “we made room.”
    
    Far away, beyond forests and catalogs and rules, something else took notice.
    
    Not a Curator.
    
    Something curious.
    
    Something approaching.
    
    And the trilogy, having found its voice, leaned forward—ready for what came next.