The light enveloped Elara as she stepped forward, her breath steady, her heart resolute. The cavern, with its ancient carvings and looming presence, faded away, replaced by a warm, golden glow that pulsed with a rhythm that matched her heartbeat.
She felt a familiar tug, as if being drawn into a memory, but this was no mere recollection. The world around her was shifting, forming itself into something both new and ancient. Elara found herself standing on a vast, open plain under a twilight sky, the sun dipping just below the horizon, casting the land in hues of amber and violet. The air was thick with the scent of earth and wildflowers, a peaceful contrast to the tension she felt building within her.
