Elsbeth.
The days since my conversation with Fen felt like a blur—a mix of tension and fragile hope threading through every waking hour. The weight of the time loop, the Moon Goddess's silence, and Fen's quiet determination all seemed to press on me like a storm gathering just out of reach. We had made a decision—to break the cycle. To choose our own path. And yet, even with that resolution, it felt as if the world was holding its breath.
The castle was a place of silence now. The halls, once filled with chatter and movement, were quieter than I remembered. It wasn't that people weren't working, weren't preparing. They were. But there was a quiet understanding in the air. The weight of something hanging over us all.
I walked through the castle corridors, my fingers brushing against the cool stone walls as I moved. The shadows of the old castle seemed to stretch longer than usual, creeping into every corner, making even the brightest rooms feel dimmer.
