I stared at the words, letting each line settle in my mind, turning them over, weighing them against myself, against what I might have to offer.
Celeste waited, patient as always, her presence steady beside me, knowing this was something I had to step into on my own.
"A strand of fate"
I exhaled, fingers absently drifting toward my hair before I stopped myself. Ridiculous.
But then again—what wasn’t?
With a quiet scoff, I plucked a single strand, letting it fall into the cauldron.
A soft puff of gold steam curled upward, glowing briefly before settling.
"a whisper untold,"
I exhaled, leaning in slightly.
And then—I whispered.
The words slipped past my lips, soft, barely audible, threading into the magic like a secret only the cauldron would ever know.
Celeste didn’t react, but t
