Ori hugged the shell satchel close, then stopped. Safe was not the same as shared.

With a brave swish of tail bells, Ori opened it wide. “Tomorrows belong to everyone,” Ori called, and the rescued glimmers rushed out with a pop, a whoosh, a twinkling spin.

Peep looped overhead, laughing. “That’s it, Ori!” As the bright hopes flew free, Mira clapped, Grandpa Drift tipped his cap, and even Auntie Kelpseal sang, because every island now had something shining to carry into tomorrow.