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The stone bridge spanned a chasm so deep that its bottom was lost to darkness. As Lira stepped onto it, the wind carried voices—snatches of conversations from centuries ago, arguments, declarations of love, and the soft murmur of a mother’s lullaby.

At dawn, Lira slipped away, the parchment folded tight in her satchel. The forest greeted her with a chorus of wind rustling through leaves that seemed to hum forgotten lullabies. As she ventured deeper, the air grew cooler, and the trees grew taller, their trunks etched with symbols that resembled spirals and eyes. 45 Movisubmalay

She paused before a massive oak whose bark bore a single, glowing rune: . The rune pulsed like a heartbeat. From its base emerged a silver fox, eyes gleaming with an uncanny intelligence. The stone bridge spanned a chasm so deep