Chapter 106: The Threads That Bind
The journey home from Lys was a voyage through a newly legible, and therefore more terrifying, world. The sea was no longer just water and sky. To Elara's heightened senses, taught to perceive resonance, it was a vast, breathing entity scored with ancient song-lines currents of migratory memory, the deep thrum of leviathan dreams, the sorrowful, sinking places where ships and hopes had foundered. The sky was not empty, but layered with the fading echoes of storms and the sharp, bright signatures of distant, unseen lands.
