CHAPTER 23
The Radiant Plains The first rays of dawn stretched across the horizon, painting the Radiant Plains in gentle golds and soft pinks. Vast meadows stretched endlessly, dotted with crystal flowers, floating lights, and glimmering streams. The air hummed softly, filled with a gentle magic that seemed alive, sensing the presence of anyone who walked its paths. Luma’s flame pulsed confidently in its glass lantern, warm and steady. Fennel twirled beside her, trailing arcs of light that reflected the rising sun, while the Shyling padded softly behind, glowing with quiet rhythm. “The Radiant Plains,” Fennel whispered, “are where your journey begins to touch others. Here, your light will guide, support, and harmonize not only your path but the paths of others who need help. This is your greatest
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