The dawn broke over Eldoria, bathing the Whispering Woods in hues of gold and amber. The air was fresh and crisp, filled with the scent of damp earth and blooming wildflowers. Elara stirred from her sleep, the weight of the previous day’s revelations pressing upon her mind. Beside her, Selene sat cross-legged, eyes closed, seemingly communing with the spirits of the forest.
As the sun rose higher, the guardian opened her eyes, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Good morning, Elara. Are you ready for our journey?”
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