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"It's done," Rook whispered. "She's not waking up anymore. She's dreaming. And in her dream, she's a gardener." The Council of Patrons arrived the next morning. Seven men and women in gray suits, each one wearing a brooch shaped like a Greek mask. They did not knock.

"Because the Council of Patrons lied to you." Rook didn't turn around. "The Muses8 weren't supposed to be seven. Or eight. We were supposed to be nine . There was a ninth Muse once. The Muse of Destruction. Calliope's forgotten sister. She was erased from the myths because she refused to play by the rules." muses8 comics

And in the distance, barely visible, a ninth figure sat in a garden of black flowers, tending to roots that grew into forgotten songs. Melaina looked up, saw them, and waved. "It's done," Rook whispered

"It is," Rook said softly, "when you're the Muse of Cuts. I can stitch a new panel into the existing narrative. But I need all seven of you to contribute. A painting from Vincent. A song from Wolfgang. A thread from Agatha. A blueprint from Leo. A poem from Sappho. A dance from Isamu. And a feeling from you, Clara. The truest one you have." And in her dream, she's a gardener