When the Moon Dries Its Eyes

Previously

…Elara’s heart sank. The encounter with Lyra had not brought the clarity she craved, but a new layer of uncertainty. She had sought a beacon of hope, and instead, she had found another riddle, another shadow lurking at the edge of her vision. The Whispering Peaks lay before them, a daunting, forbidding path, and the weight of Lyra’s ambiguous words settled heavily upon her. She had been told to trust her instincts, but in this treacherous new landscape, her instincts felt as clouded as the moon on a starless night. The journey had just become infinitely more perilous, and the path ahead, no longer just a physical one, but a descent into the very heart of her own unknown power.