The Gleaning of Forgotten Stories
Dust swirled in the stream of sunlight, marking the passage of time amidst the silent tomes of the old library. Between the pages, stories whispered.
In the lonesome village of Eldergrove, beneath the sprawling oaks, the tale of Mira—she who danced on the cusp of dawn—was barely a flicker.
Chapter 5, Section 2 — The Light Between Moonrise and Dawn
The villagers often spoke of ephemeral lights that danced over the moors. Children laid in the grass at night, counting stars and dreams. Mira never wrote these tales herself, yet her name was always woven into them like an unspoken promise.
Chapter 7 — Echoes of a Forgotten Land
On the cracked path leading towards the abandoned manor, footsteps echoed with memories. Once a gathering place for vibrant tales, now it lay silent, save for the occasional breeze that rustled through its broken windows. Mira stood at the door, a silhouette against the twilight, as shadows of the past seemed to beckon her inside.
The fragments had no known beginnings or clear conclusions. Instead, they floated like autumn leaves—tethered to the earth by stories untold. The following may have been lost too: