I didn’t choose the rainbow agate wind chime. It chose me—by falling off a clearance shelf and hitting me in the shoulder. Much like this whole "fresh start" in BriarVeil, it wasn’t part of the plan. But just because something isn’t what you wanted doesn’t mean it won’t work—loudly, awkwardly, and with just enough spiritual side-eye to keep you on your toes. Starting over isn’t clean or curated—it’s chaotic, smoke-scented, and occasionally haunted. But sometimes, the wrong wind chime turns out to be exactly the right warning bell.