The Wolf's Game
If what is through that veil promises a way to end it, then I’ll walk straight into the unknown.
A breeze slides past me, carrying the faint scent of ash and wildflowers. The edge of the veil shimmers, showing flashes of something beyond, stone corridors, torchlight, distant voices. Violet presses forward inside me, curious to see what lies beyond this shimmering light.
“Here goes nothing,” I whisper, and step through.
The world folds. Light rushes over me, making it impossible to see. It feels like falling and floating at once. The hum becomes a heartbeat. For an instant, I’m nowhere, weightless, a breath suspended between two worlds. Then my feet hit solid ground.