Caitlyn stood in the heart of the hidden realm, her gaze fixed on the darkness that pulsed before her. The realm, once a place of confusion and loss, now felt different—its power was no longer something she could escape, but something she had to face. It had twisted and warped around her, fed on her grief and her doubts. It thrived on forgotten love, on lost identities, on the pieces of her that she had left behind.

She could feel it now, the truth that had eluded her for so long. The realm wasn’t just a place—it was a reflection of what she had lost. It had fed on her,...