The return to Nana’s garden felt different this time. The portal didn't snap shut with a clean finality; it flickered, spat out a few weak sparks of silver light, and then collapsed in on itself with a sound like a sad sigh. The air in the garden, usually so vibrant, felt still and heavy. The magic was bleeding away.Leo clutched the Kindness Compass. It felt colder in his hand, its usual warm hum reduced to a faint, irregular tremor. Fable’s holographic form, once sharp and bright, was now translucent and fuzzy at the edges, like a TV signal struggling to