The light from the Kindness Compass did not fade. It poured out, a liquid, golden radiance that soaked into every leaf, every petal, every stone in Nana’s garden. The rose bush glowed with a deep crimson light, the sunflowers became miniature suns, and the very air hummed with a joyful, resonant energy. It was no longer just a garden; it was a place of power, anchored firmly in Leo’s world.Fable, now glowing with a steady, brilliant light, hovered before Leo, his holographic form so detailed Leo could see every strand of his amber fur. “The anchor is set, Leo,” Fable