The fog swallowed Caris whole, utopia dissolving into vaporous trails of absence. Each step upon the cobbled path forward was an echo unmarred, foretelling secrets intwined with moonlit sighs. Somewhere ahead, a distant peal of laughter called her name, but she could never be sure if it was welcoming or a warning.
She encountered an open door at the first bend, swinging in endless rhythm, whispering tangled truths in ancient dialects Mallor whispers left unrepeated lay somewhere beyond the horizon, between waking dreams and sleeping awakenings. The threshold teased the notion of discovery, or maybe it was just the familiar taste of forgotten farewells.
Paths Unwritten beckoned, a promise of adventures yet to be sewn into the fabric of her night-vision. But the air grew dense, warm pockets in curiosity turned lifelines sought breath suspended true until mist and memories coalesced anew.