The thick and silver-blue fog rolled like a careful secret across moss-laden earth, curling around blossoms and roots. It wasn't merely mist — it pulsed with the glimmer of hidden things. Moonlight poured like milk through gaps in the canopy, illuminating shapes that flickered in the corners of your eyes — things you never quite caught but always felt watching.
The wisteria blooms opened one by one, wide and luminous, each revealing a soft inner glow. Tiny fae figures emerged — creatures spun from moonlight and hummingbird dreams. They laughed in high, glassy tones, swirling around Elora with childlike curiosity.
"You're the first to wander here in a hundred moons," one chimed, her voice like the clink of silver bells.
"Why have you come?" asked another, draping a petal around my shoulders like a cloak.
"I don’t know," I whispered. "I just… followed the night."
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