Far above, in the endless expanse of the cosmos, the stars twinkled softly, as if watching over the travelers. In the distance, a faint echo could still be heard the Echo of What Was Not, a reminder of the choices left behind, the paths not taken.
But for the travelers, those echoes no longer held fear or regret. They were simply memories, whispers of what could have been.
And as the stars shone brighter, the travelers' journey continued, guided by the light of the choices they had made and the knowledge that, no matter what shadows they might face, they would always find their way back to the light.