The air hummed with something unseen, weaving itself into the mist that curled along the forest floor. Zaela stood at the threshold, where the light dimmed without reason, where the wind carried voices too soft to understand. For as long as they could remember, the whispers had followed them—fragmented memories, scattered like dust upon the Veil. But tonight, the call was clearer, pulling them toward the heart of something ancient. They took a step forward, and the earth beneath them pulsed like breath held between worlds.