Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The Hollow dreamed with its eyes open.
Morning crept slowly across the sky, not in haste, but with reverence—as if the sun itself knew that something sacred stirred beneath the waking world. Light filtered through the high canopy in rivulets of gold, dappled across moss-carved pathways, shimmered against the stones of the Telling Place. And at the very center of it all stood Liora, no longer simply the Flameborn or the Hollow’s Queen, but something other. Something becoming.
The sapling she’d planted the night before glowed faintly, its star-shaped leaves humming with energy too ancient for language. And as her fingers brushed its bark, a vision unfolded—not in her mind, but in the world itself. A ripple. A door.
The Loom no longer showed her only memories
