The torrent of memories erupting from the Red Star formed a vortex in the sky, each strand of emotional data as brilliant as the aurora. Jane's imaginary body stood at the apex of the Mechanical World Tree's wreckage, feeling the entities that had once been devoured return once more—
Sister Jane's prayer transformed into golden raindrops, nourishing the crystallized branches.
Mechanized Jane's core code reassembled into glowing vines, repairing the damaged trunk.
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