The cave was small, tucked away near the beach at the very edge of the peninsula.
The mouth of the cave opened directly toward the sea. From where Adam and Genevieve sat, they could see the waves crashing against the sand, their white foam flowing faintly beneath the night sky.
The waves blanketed two trails of footsteps. When the waves receded, the trails vanished as if they had never been there before.
The rhythmic sound of the ocean filled the cave. Crash. Silence. Crash. And then silence again. Another wave rolled in, breaking against the shore with a deep, soothing roar.
Above them, a huge opening stretched through the ceiling of the cave. Through it, Adam could see the vast night sky of Myrrandor. Countless stars shimmered overhead, scattered across the black of space like countless jewels.
