Fantasyland

Previously

…She looked at Leo, a small, tentative smile touching her lips. “Yes,” she said, her voice gaining a little strength. “Yes, we can. We’ll remember.” The Moving Box loomed, a silent, cardboard sentinel. The prospect of leaving still felt like a gaping wound. But as Elara looked at the stone in her hand, and then at her brother, a new kind of understanding began to dawn. The gate might close, the backyard might fade into memory, but the magic, the true essence of Fantasyland, was not bound by place. It was a seed, waiting to be planted anew, a story waiting to be retold. And for now, that was enough to hold onto.