She looked around and spotted a patch of glowing star-shaped flowers. One of them had been crushed its petals brown and bent, like it had been stepped on.
Lyra raised Recruiter and aimed.
A thin beam of soft blue-white light flowed out. It touched the broken flower, wrapping it in a shimmer like morning mist. Boboboy watched closely.
The flower moved.
Its brown color faded. Its stem straightened. The petals turned pink again, smooth and bright. In just a few seconds, it looked as perfect as the rest.
"Whoa," Boboboy whispered. He gently touched the petal, his eyes shining.
Lyra nodded. "It brings things back the way they're meant to be."
She spotted something half-buried in the moss nearby a small, broken machine. Maybe part of a drone or a probe. Its wires were loose, the plastic cracked. She aimed Recruiter again.
This time the beam made soft sparks fly. The cracks melted back together, smooth and whole. The wires zipped into place. The device now looked brand new, like it had never been broken.
Boboboy clapped, his earlier fall already forgotten.
Then he looked down. His knee was scraped and bleeding a little from the fall. He pointed at it and looked up at Lyra.
She nodded. "Hold still."
She pointed Recruiter at his leg. The blue light flowed over his skin. It felt warm almost ticklish. Boboboy stared in amazement as the scrape closed up, the redness fading, the skin becoming smooth again. He poked it gently.
"It tickled!" he said, then grinned wide. "It makes everything right again!"
Lyra clipped Recruiter back to her belt and smiled down at him. "That's what it's for. Not to fight, to heal."
She reached out and ruffled his hair, shaking out the last bits of moss. "Better than chasing birds into tree roots, right?"
Boboboy giggled and nodded. The fear, the sadness, the broken city it all felt far away now. This place, this planet, was alive. It was safe. It made things better.
He reached out and gently took Lyra's hand. She smiled again.
Together, they walked deeper into the glowing green world, side by side a boy who was once lost and broken, and a girl who believed even broken things could shine again.
Lyra stopped where a clear stream ran through soft, glowing blue grass. The water sparkled like stars, and the grass swayed gently even without wind. She turned to Boboboy, her eyes calm but serious.
"There's something I want to show you," she said quietly. "Something special. Come with me."
Boboboy nodded, curious, and followed her. They left the main trail and walked deeper into the valley. The ground was soft, covered in moss that glowed gently under their feet like it was alive. The trees above had giant, shining leaves that let sunlight fall in moving patterns gold and green dancing across the ground. The air smelled sweet, like flowers and warm stone.
After a short climb, Lyra pushed aside a curtain of silver vines that shimmered like light. Behind them was a hidden clearing, full of sunlight.
And in the middle of it…
Boboboy froze, his eyes huge. There it was. A spaceship.
But not just any spaceship. It was shaped like a giant square waffle.
Lyra walked toward it. Her white coat and hair glowed against the ship's warm gold. She placed her hand gently on the hull. The metal looked soft but strong. Where her hand touched, the amber glow brightened a little like the ship recognized her.
"Destroyer built this for me," she said softly, with a proud smile. "He made it from nothing. Just for me." Then, she laughed a little. "He called it… Waffle."
Boboboy stepped closer, his mouth open.
"It's... it's like breakfast!" he said in awe. "But... shiny! And it's making music!"