The night offered Adriana little peace.

Fragments of strange dreams drifted through her sleep.

She stood beneath a silver sky where countless stars shimmered brighter than she had ever

seen.

The ancient rock stood before her once more.

Only this time, it no longer looked abandoned.

The weathered stone glowed with a soft silver light, and the strange symbols upon its surface

pulsed gently like a beating heart.

The whisper returned.

Not one voice.

Many.

Soft and ancient calling her name.

"Adriana..."

She searched the empty forest.

"Who's there?"

No one answered. Instead, a woman's gentle laughter echoed through the trees.

It wasn't mocking. It sounded... familiar.

Comforting. As though...