As Valeria walked deeper into the new world,
she noticed something strange.
Every few steps, she saw a number etched into stones, trees, even the clouds.
The number 4.
It was everywhere, like a silent guide.
At first, she thought it was coincidence.
But the further she went, the clearer the message became.
She reached a hill, and carved into the earth at the top were four giant symbols:
1 - Birth
2 - Death
3 - Rebirth
4 - Choice
The Fourth Number: Choice.
It had always been about her ability to choose.
Not survival.
Not submission.
Not escape.
But the power to choose her destiny—to create a new beginning, not a repeat of the past.
The entire journey, the tests, the tower, the shadows—
they had all led to this realization.
Valeria stood at the top of the hill, looking at the horizon.
There was no path forward.
No preset map.
No script.
She had to create it herself.
She took a deep breath.
And she chose.
Her first true choice.
She stepped forward,
leaving behind the old world forever,
and walking boldly into the future she would write with her own hands.
At last,
she was free.
End.