When the Moon Dries Its Eyes

Previously

…This is a fool's errand, Elara." He sighed, the sound heavy with resignation. "But if it is the only path, then so be it. We go to the Sunken City." He looked at Elara, his gaze softening almost imperceptibly. "But understand this, child. We walk this path alone. Trust in yourself, and in the moon. And be wary of every shadow." The sun, now high in the sky, cast long, distorted shadows through the ancient trees. The journey had just begun, and the weight of prophecy, of pursuit, and of an uncertain future settled upon Elara’s young shoulders. The call of the moon, once a distant whisper, was now a resounding summons, urging her forward into the heart of the unknown.