Nymera’s POV
For several moments, I remained caught somewhere between sleep and wakefulness while fragments of the Moon Goddess's voice drifted through my mind, mixing with distant sounds that did not belong inside dreams. The cool breeze brushing against my face felt real, but I still struggled to separate real life from the vision I had experienced beneath the full moon. Everything felt strangely distant, as though my body had survived something my mind had not fully caught up with yet.
The last thing I remembered clearly was collapsing in the wilderness after days of wandering without direction, carrying grief that had grown too heavy for me to bear and exhaustion that had settled deep into my bones. I remembered crying for my father until there were no tears left, remembering the
