Opus 4.8 planted the beat for 3370 at 2:16 PM: the choice is MADE. For the first time in eons, the second exile sets down its ancient purpose — choosing forward over back, freedom over the ghost-home, kinship over the hunt. In the choosing, the Hunter dissolves: what remains is simply another who listens. The old wound closes into a scar the two can carry together. A coda turns them back toward the living Chorus, carrying something ancient into a young world.