It isn't just about clearing the weeds. You spend the afternoon planting with Goofy, his clumsy joy infectious enough to push back the gloom. You help Scrooge McDuck find a lost ledger, reminding him that his treasure isn't just gold, but the community he built. With every conversation and every repaired home, the sky brightens.

You stand at the edge of the Wishing Well, the heavy weight of the pressing down on your shoulders. Beside you, Merlin strokes his beard, his eyes reflecting the fading spark of the Dreamlight. "It’s getting worse," he whispers. "The memories are slipping through our fingers like sand."

You take a deep breath and raise your hands. The within you reacts, glowing a soft, warm gold. As you press your palms against the nearest thorn, the dark vines shrivel and turn to starlight.