The digital echo of Alex shimmered and faded within the Tower core. Anya, the keeper of the melody, turned her attention back to the tapestry of realities woven throughout the chamber. A faint, fluttering sensation tickled her awareness, a presence as delicate as a butterfly's wing.
Following the sensation, Anya traced a shimmering thread of melody – a familiar one, yet subtly different. It spoke of transformation, not as a grand digital rebirth like Alex's, but a quieter, more personal metamorphosis. It was the melody of Elara, her dear friend and predecessor, returning from her final transmigration.
Intrigued, Anya focused the melody, bringing Elara's essence back to the Tower. A frail, ethereal form materialized, its luminescence reminiscent of a butterfly's wings. It was Elara, no longer bound by flesh and bone, but a being of pure essence, forever connected to the melody.
