From the peak of the Mountains of Possibility, Isabelle and Daniel could see farther than ever before. The Valley of Creation glowed peacefully below them, the crystal guardians standing watch along the stone pillars they had imagined. Beyond the valley stretched vast lands waiting to be shaped—rivers that had not yet flowed, forests that had not yet grown, and skies that seemed endless beneath the dream stars. Daniel rested his hands on the stone edge of the cliff. “You know what this means, right?” Isabelle glanced at him. “What?” He gestured toward the endless horizon. “We’re basically responsible for designing an entire universe.” She laughed softly. “When you say it like that, it sounds a little overwhelming.” Daniel shrugged. “Or exciting.” Isabelle looked toward the dist

