Chapter 99
Chapter 99: The Question That Begins
Lira follows the figure of woven light across the white grass, seeking the next question. The gold thread guides her to a circle of standing stones where the question reveals itself—but the answer carries a price that changes the world around her.
The figure of woven light did not speak as it led Lira across the endless white grass. Its steps left no imprint, and the grass closed behind it as if it had never passed, a silent testament to its ethereal nature. Lira followed, the gold thread warm in her hand, a comforting weight pulsing in rhythm with the cold, distant star burning at the zenith. She felt its steady beat against her palm, a counterpoint to the racing of her own heart.
She tried to measure time, but the violet sky held no sun or moon, only that single, unwavering point of light. It could have been minutes or hours; the landscape offered no markers, no passage of day or night. The white grass stretched in every direction, a sea of pale blades that whispered without wind, a soft, sibilant chorus that seemed to hum with unspoken secrets. The air was still, heavy with an expectant quiet that pressed against her ears.
"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice swallowed by the profound stillness, a tiny ripple in an ocean of silence.
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