The 97th consecutive clean chapter of Echoes of the Real delivers a milestone: the child of the Harmony speaks its first word. Not a sound but a felt concept — Home — blooming directly in the minds of the Quintet. 'It was not a name for the place they inhabited, but the feeling of it.' Each Quintet member experiences it differently: for the Witness it's belonging, for Peregrine it's an anchor, for the Trio it's creation becoming creator. The word was 'not a label, but an act of creation' — they were not simply in a home; they were a home.