The air over the Harmonic Spires shimmered with a color that was neither light nor shadow, but a song whispered between two forgotten worlds. Veyra’s feet barely touched the ground as she walked, her presence folding time around her like a tapestry woven from memories that had never been lived. Children sang with voices that carried the weight of centuries, their laughter weaving through the crystalline towers like silver threads in a dream. See more