As I traversed the dense forest, the shadows cast by the moonlight seemed to writhe and twist around me, like living darkness. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft crunch of leaves beneath my feet. I had been walking for hours, driven by a sense of urgency, a burning need to reach Ghysem.

Suddenly, a vision seized me, a flash of clarity that illuminated the path ahead. I saw myself standing before a tent, its canvas a deep, burnished gold in the moonlight. I saw Agnes, my ...