Tilted dream

Previously

…The Obsidian Peaks were no longer just a destination; they were a promise of safety, a shield against the horrors that stalked the land. He pushed himself harder, his mind focused on Eleanor’s words, on the hope she had so desperately clung to. He would find this sanctuary, not just for himself, but for the memory of all those who had perished in the darkness. The journal was his map, Eleanor's words his guide, and the Obsidian Peaks his north star in this desolate, broken world. He walked on, a solitary figure against a vast and unforgiving landscape, carrying the weight of a lost civilization and the fragile spark of a new hope.