As Mina walked toward Dario, her stomach lurched and her thoughts spun. What lay ahead for them? What did she feel for him now, after all that had happened to him, and all that had passed between her and Luka? For once, the storyteller had no answers. But then, it was never time to start a new story when the words of the old one still lingered in the air. If she had learned anything since all this began, it was that when a story ended, the audience needed time to let it settle into their hearts and minds. Only once it had found its home, and its meaning, could another story begin. And each tale must develop in its own time.
EpilogueShall I speak to you of dreams?
Dreams are fragile things, ephemeral as a soap bubble that drifts across the sky, then shatters and is no more.
They are beau
