One crisp twilight, while the twin moons of Selara rose in perfect harmony, the Tri‑Echo gathered in the vaulted chamber beneath the ancient tower. The air thrummed with anticipation; the crystal antennas glowed with a soft, azure hue.
Luna nodded, her heart pounding with excitement and a touch of fear. Camryn smiled and beckoned her to follow.
Camryn Dawn and the Daisy of Glass
At the cathedral’s edge she found the mirror-sphere: a great orb patched with a hundred different reflections, each one a doorway. Inside, a small figure sat with knees to chest—the child from the merchant’s vision, hair like spilled ink and eyes forever watching themselves. They could not move; their world was all surface.
