As soon as Aeliana reached the top of the mountain, she found herself stuck yet again. She continued to reflect on all the ways that her soul fell into patterns of lost remembrance. Her mind felt cluttered, filled with suppressed mirth and holiness. Something that entirely evaded her caused her to doubt. But still, she carried on, as though nothing could have prevented her from pressing forward in this venture.

Permeating the atmosphere, Aeliana felt a pervading ...