At first light, the islands stirred, and the first tomorrows came bobbing in. They drifted softly through the morning, each one carrying its own little feeling.

Some made hearts sit taller with brave ideas. Some brought warm plans, silly songs, or the nudge to start. Grandpa Drift liked to say every tomorrow came with a story tucked inside.

Far below, Ori heard the chime bells near his tail give a tiny ting-ting. That meant it was time to gather every bubble before one drifted away.