Where Silence Holds the Stars

Previously

…A faint shimmer in the pre-dawn light caught her eye. Nestled amongst the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, almost swallowed by moss and shadow, was a small, weathered signpost. It bore a single, faded inscription: "The Path of the Silent Stars." A chill, unrelated to the morning air, prickled her skin. The silence of Oakhaven had led her here, to a path named for the very thing that was destroying her home. She gripped the map tighter, its ancient parchment a fragile anchor in the encroaching unknown. The journey had begun, and the stars, for now, held their breath.