I glanced down at my own hands, watching as the delicate, golden threads pulsed, trembling slightly. With a tentative breath, I allowed the magic within me to flow freely. Slowly, I began weaving those shimmering threads together, wincing as they unraveled or fell short, slipping through my grasp. The more I focused on the threads, the harder it seemed to intertwine them, so I forced myself to clear my mind, letting the magic move through me unrestrained.
Threads of radiant color streamed from my fingertips, and somehow, my mind knew precisely how to weave them together. The glow was almost blinding, but I couldn’t look away; I was captivated by its beauty. A deep warmth bubbled up inside me, rekindling a long-lost joy.
Memories came rushing back—the crackling of the fireplace during lon
