The swirling starlight around her began to settle. Lyra stood in the centre of the dreamlike Lunar Sanctum, though it felt more like standing in the quiet space between two realities. The echoes of her conversation with the other versions of herself still rang in her head, each one showing a different future, a different path, a different heartbreak. And not a single one had offered her clarity or peace.
"Was any of that even real?" she whispered to herself.
The ground beneath her shimmered. A pale silver coloured light slowly descended like moonlight and condensed into a single breath. It bathed everything in it's light.
Lyra's heartbeat quickened. She wasn't alone anymore.
A shape formed from the light—a tall, veiled figure. No features were visible beneath the flowing, radiant veil, but Lyra could feel the immense presence—warm, ancient, and impossibly vast. It wasn't just divine. It was beyond divine.
