As the anesthesia began to fade hours later, Maya looked at Aris. "Is the door closed?" she whispered.

Aris nodded, peeling off his gloves. "The gates are restored, Maya. You’re secure."

"Maya," Aris said, entering the room with a softened expression. "We aren't just looking for a 'look' today. We’re restoring the barrier. The Majora are designed to cushion, to protect, and to frame. Think of this as rebuilding the outer walls of a fortress."

In the quiet of the recovery wing, the third season of her life began—not with a loud flourish, but with the quiet, structural dignity of being whole again.