Weeks unfurled in hushed anticipation, each day marked by the relentless absence of Leo. He lay in a room suffused with the soft flicker of candles, their gentle glow caressing the walls and casting long, dancing shadows. The air bore the faint scent of herbs, their fragrant whispers weaving promises of hastened recovery.
Beyond this chamber of waiting, the rest of the group sought solace through action. Determined to channel their mounting anxiety, they embarked on a journey that led them back to the very roots of their shared history - the village of Aurora and Leo's youth.
Once a place of desolation, where their earliest memories were shrouded in sorrow, the village had undergone a remarkable transformation, a testament to Aurora's restorative magic. She led the way, her heart heavy with worry for Leo but her spirit unwavering. The village had become a canvas upon which they painted their hopes and dreams.
