A Canyon of Echoes
The journey south stretched across three nights and two strange dawns.
The sky no longer obeyed time—it pulsed between silver and gold, a heartbeat of creation that never truly slept. Every few miles, Selene saw the cracks spreading: trees half-turned to crystal, rivers flowing upward, shadows that breathed.
Kaen padded ahead, growling whenever the air thickened. The child followed silently, its light dimming to avoid drawing attention.
By the third morning, they stood at the edge of the Canyon of Echoes.
It wasn’t a canyon anymore—it was a wound. A mile-wide scar splits the land, its depths filled with mist that whispers in voices long dead. The sound was unbearable, like a thousand memories repeating themselves in broken harmony.
Selene pressed her palm against h
