Chapter 121: The Cartographer's Quandary
Lyra's world was one of silent lines and resonant landscapes. In the years since the Gathering, her maps had evolved from exploratory charts to detailed, living documents of the network's health. She was no longer just the girl who couldn't speak; she was the network's chief cartographer, its silent scribe of the unseen. Her atelier was a sun-drenched room above the Anchor inn, its walls papered with her bark-paper and slate maps, a tapestry of interconnected glyphs, topographical lines, and shimmering, color-coded resonance overlays.
