Chapter 119 The Silence That Speaks
- The first reply came in a dream without fire. A field of stars. No sky. No ground. Just a ripple of warmth that wasn’t warmth. And a single phrase — not written, not spoken, but understood:
- > “We heard you. Now hear us.”
- Lucy awoke with tears on her face. Not from fear. From something deeper — the aching beauty of a voice she never expected to answer back.