The dream didn’t fade it changed shape.

After the birth of emotion, the air itself began to shimmer. The moon hung lower in the sky, her silver light spreading through Iron Howl like water. Wolves looked up at her glow, feeling something deep shift in their hearts.

That night, the first Dream Gates opened.

They appeared as tall arcs of crystal light, standing over rivers, caves, and ruins. When someone walked through, their soul would drift into another realm not death, not sleep, but ...