At dawn, Ori gathered the new tomorrows, then laughed and let them go. The bright bubbles bobbed past drifting docks and over sleepy heads, and Peep zipped beside Ori, chirping, “No more hiding, big friend—today they fly!”

Mira reached up first, grinning as one brushed her hands with a soft pop. Auntie Kelpseal sang, Grandpa Drift clapped, and soon the whole sky hummed with shared dreams. Ori’s tail bells chimed, and every tomorrow seemed to grow bigger once it belonged to everyone.