CHAPTER 22
The Celestial Summit The sky stretched endlessly, a canvas of deep navy sprinkled with stars that shimmered like scattered jewels. The wind whispered across the mountain paths, carrying a faint hum that resonated in the bones and hearts of anyone who listened. Luma, Fennel, and the Shyling stood at the base of the Celestial Summit, the tallest peak they had encountered yet. The summit itself seemed to shimmer with a gentle aurora, reflecting the starlight in waves of soft blues, silvers, and golds. Luma’s flame pulsed brightly in its glass lantern, steady and confident. Fennel twirled with excitement, leaving trails of light like shooting stars behind its tail, while the Shyling padded softly, glowing in quiet rhythm. “The Celestial Summit,” Fennel whispered, “is the culmination of your
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