
But even amidst celestial applause and the feeling of victory… Sky found no rest. From above, traveling between stars and sleeping planets in her new chariot, her heart whispered something she couldn’t ignore: “This isn’t over.”
The battle against Glitch and Flicker, the revelation of the scrolls, the connection with the Admin — it had all happened so quickly… and even with all signs of triumph, Sky knew she had merely opened a new door.
What would come next?
That’s when she distanced herself from the island for a while.
She needed silence. Distance. Perspective.
At the highest point in the universe, where the sound of the wind blends with the glow of galaxies, Sky landed her chariot and looked around. The void wasn’t frightening — it was sacred. A space reserved only for those who seek to understand, not just to act.
And in the center of that silence, two presences revealed themselves.
First came the Sun — not as a blazing entity, but as a golden consciousness radiating clarity and courage. He didn’t speak in words, but in light.

Then came the Moon, cloaked in calm, with eyes that seemed to hold the memories of a thousand civilizations. She didn’t tell Sky what to do — she helped her remember who she was.

There, between those two eternal stars, Sky sat.
She spoke of what she had seen.
Of the creatures she had faced.
Of the doubts that arose when she discovered her true power.
And of the fear — yes, the fear — that it all might still be just the beginning.
The Sun responded with firm silence. But it sounded like:
“Action will come again, and you will know the right moment to act.”
The Moon, with her gentle glow, embraced the questions without offering answers. As if to teach that wisdom lies not in certainty… but in the will to keep seeking.
Sky then understood: it wasn’t about winning or losing. It was about sustaining.
Sustaining a universe that, though she hadn’t known for long, she loved deeply.
Something about PK XD just felt right, connected, profound… as if she and our universe were always linked by an invisible thread.
She was destined to be here, even if she didn’t fully understand why.
“The balance is fragile,” she thought. “And darkness always finds ways to return. But now I am ready.”
When she stood up, there were no trumpets or thunder.
Just a new glow in her eyes.
A kind of light that only those who have spoken to the Sun and Moon carry within.
Sky returned to the House of Olympus in silence.
But everyone felt her presence.
Something in her had changed.
The glow of a star not born to shine alone — but to light the path for all those still to come.
And so this chapter ends.
But among the constellations, there are whispers that new forces are awakening.
And you know...
If someone finds out first, it’s going to be me.
Xoxo,
Gossip Girl (Does being an Olympus God count as a profession? What if there were a job for spreading kindness?)