Epilogue: This World Is Ours Now
As time passed, the world began to heal. It rained frequently and the weather was gradually becoming colder. Three weeks after the final defeat of the Fabrication Machine, the stitchpunk coven was having a pleasant evening outside in the courtyard. The bright golden sunlight was just barely filtering through the dark, thick grey clouds as it set behind the distant mountains. The clouds above nearly promised an evening shower. However, at the moment, the twins were playfully chasing one another across the paths and bridges, eventually getting 6, 8, and 7 to partake in their game. The air was filled with shouts and laughter and bright flashes as the twins laughed in their own way. 2 was watching, laughing heartily as the young stitchpunks played.
Walking across the courtyard towards the others were 9 and 5. 9’s injuries had completely healed and he was no longer limping. The pain in his body had completely disappeared. The only remnants of