Despite the myriad of questions still swirling through his mind, Blake found himself instinctively clasping her fingers as she led them back along the pebbled shore. The moon had risen fully now, its shimmering rays reflecting off the polished stones in an ethereal glow. Blake couldn't help but pause to admire the breathtaking view.
"It's...incredible," he murmured in a hushed tone, almost afraid to break the tranquil spell. "I may not recall ever witnessing this before, but I can definitely feel some deeper resonance. Like it's stirring ancient memories buried deeper than conscious recollection."
Elena favored him with an indulgent smile, squeezing his hand. "That's because you've always possessed a soul finely attuned to nature's most sublime grandeurs, my dear Blake. No matter how obscured your conscious self became, part of your essence could never divorce from such consecrated emanations of the divine embodied in our world's unspoiled views."
