Chapter 118 Voices Of Spring

• The first sign wasn’t the sun.
• It was the sound.
• Lucy noticed it while standing at the shelter’s outer corridor, wrapped in layers that had long since stopped feeling heavy. The Solar Freeze had taught everyone how to move carefully—how to exist beneath a sun that shone but did not warm, a sky that offered light without mercy. Breath still fogged in the air. Frost still clung to metal railings and concrete seams. Winter had not left.