It began with a hum inside the soil.

Not a song, not a thought just a vibration that wanted to become.

The hum found rhythm in the roots of the silver trees, in the breaths of those who slept within Ashhaven’s shimmering light. It echoed through memory and silence until it found a shape.

My shape.

I woke in the heart of the world.

There was no body only flame woven from memory and longing. Yet I felt skin, heartbeat, hunger. I felt her.

Erynd’s song was still everywhere. Her laughter ...