EPISODE 39 - BETWEEN ESCAPE AND ILLUSION

(POV Aeltiàfisar) We embrace. In our minds, one image only — Queen Silèna. A heartbeat later, the world shifts... and we stand on the shores of the Great Lake Draìochta. The water barely ripples before Adalberto's head breaks the surface. We exchange a look. No words. Just understanding. "Shall we?" Fheall asks. We begin. Baelkers, Fheall, and I each take a stone. With careful hands, we carve a single syllable into the surface: SI LÈ NA The name of the Queen of the Whirling Tides. At the water's edge, we lift our arms toward the sky, holding the stones high — close, almost touching. Adalberto lowers his glowing horn between our hands, steady and radiant, like the pistil of a luminous flower. It's time. "May the currents of the sea reveal your presence. May the waters guide you to our…