She stepped from the platform onto a crystalline bridge that arched over a starmap like a frozen wave. Below, a glowing spiral of constellations spun endlessly, each thread a path, a memory, a story. She walked slowly, her boots clicking faintly. The bridge felt delicate, but sure.

Beyond the opaline vines and light-spun meadows of Elathria, the sky arched lower, tinged now with the cool silver of twilight. The landscape shifted from crystal gardens to smooth, dark stone veined with luminous threads that pulsed softly beneath Lily’s feet.