Star's POV:
It'd been a long time that I had forgotten what it felt like to walk without carrying hope.
The thought sank into my mind as Chris and I followed the old trade road that curved inland from Duskbane, winding through hills where the grass had grown back unevenly—thick in some places, sparse in others, as if the land itself were still deciding how much it trusted the future.
I didn’t scatter constellations on the path as I walked.
That was the difference.
The starlight seeds rested dormant in my belt, warm but quiet. No instinct pressed me to scatter them ahead, to prepare miracles in advance, or to brace the road with reassurance.
I was just… walking.
Chris noticed.
“You haven’t glowed once,” he said casually, while his hands were tucked into his pockets as shadows stretc
