Chapter 7 Six

• As they reached a secluded hill overlooking the bustling town, the crisp mountain breeze carried the earthy scent of wildflowers, caressing Ylena's face. She inhaled deeply, letting the cool air fill her lungs, but the relief was fleeting. Her thoughts drifted back to the life she had left behind—the ceaseless hum of the city, the cramped apartment she had called home, the long hours at the design firm. The memories flickered like distant echoes, and with a crushing weight, the truth settled deep in her chest: she was truly no longer in her world.
• A sharp breath caught in her throat, and panic surged as she opened her eyes, wide and filled with uncertainty.
• Elanthia, sensing the shift in her demeanor, rested a gentle hand on Ylena's shoulder. "Avelyn... what troubles you?" she asked, her voice laced with quiet concern. "You've been distant, not yourself. Please, tell me what weighs on your heart."