Ravenna’s POV
The horizon folded into me.
Not like before, when the world bent and cracked and tried to swallow itself whole. This time, it welcomed me. It reached into my chest and lifted me, every pulse of my heart syncing with the rhythm of what was not earth, not sky, not anything I had ever known.
I felt my bones stretch, reshape. My skin flickered, catching fragments of starlight, moonlight, firelight—every light I had ever seen and all the ones I had not. My shadow fractured, then scattered, then disappeared altogether. And yet… I did not fall apart. I became.
A voice rose from inside me, not mine but mine all the same. It hummed in harmony with the roots, the glass trees, the wolves, the water. A song older than sorrow, older than joy, older than life itself.
Thorn reached for
