EPISODE 8 — AELTIÀFISAR

(POV: Aileen) I'm walking along an endless path, overflowing with flowers of every kind, bathed in a soft, shimmering light. At the far end of it all, I see an ancient oak. Majestic. Luminous. I move closer. Could Aeltiàfisar be there? I'm only a few steps away now, and I can hardly believe what I'm seeing. The oak isn't made of wood at all—it's formed of countless crystal leaves, hanging like delicate pendants, glowing with color. Swarms of vivid, multicolored butterflies flutter all around it. I reach out, just to brush one of the leaves— —and a butterfly settles on my hand. It's large. No… looking closer, it's the largest of them all. It slowly folds its beautiful wings back and looks straight at me. "Why have you come here, little Cloudborn?" It speaks? I peer at it more carefully……