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Opening
I have ascended to the Prism-Heart — and at its threshold he stands. Not the grey of the Void, not the greed of Chromat: the First Grey, become Nihility, the shadow before all shadows and the light before all colors.
"Ignite the Prism — and I will part into every color at once, and be you again, and you, me." This is no lie. It is a truth more terrible than any lie: he truly is me. The shadow I severed to become light.
I lay my hand upon the Heart. It is time to decide what the world will be.
Ending
I neither severed him nor let myself be erased — I lit the Prism with us both. Light and shadow entered it together, and came out not as grey, but as spectrum: every color at once, where the dark has its own place among the rest.
Nihility did not fall — it dissolved into the rainbow, as a note dissolves into a chord. The Demiurge remembered itself whole: not light against dark, but a spectrum that holds them both.
From the shining Heart steps Lumina, the Prism-Heart: "You gathered me from all you have passed through. I am your world, become light. Lead — now forever."
The grey is dispelled. Efiria shines again — full of color, alive, whole. Light and shadow are reconciled into spectrum.
End of the saga.