The first sunrise of a new dawn struck the spires of the royal palace, painting the living wood in shades of gold and rose.
The light filtered through the ancient leaves of the World Tree, scattering into a million fragments that danced across the walls like scattered diamonds. It was a sunrise of hope, the kind that poets wrote about, the kind that marked the end of one chapter and the beginning of another.
Yuuta was brought to the Chamber of Echoes.
It was a sacred place, hidden deep within the heart of the World Tree, where the roots grew thickest and the light was soft as twilight. The walls were carved with runes that had existed before the elves had learned to write, symbols that represented memory and truth and the unbreakable bond between past and present. Crystals hung from the ceiling like frozen tears, each one capable of capturing a single moment in time and preserving it for eternity.
