Chapter 12
The Hopeful Wolf
After decades of waiting, I finally saw him—a butterfly effortlessly floating toward me. His return breathed new life into my existence, even here in the depths of the Underworld. Tears, bright as diamonds, fell as butterflies of love fluttered around us, celebrating the reunion of our souls after so long apart.
Retrieved from Illyra Everdawn’s journal.
The snowflakes no longer cried.
They become diamonds falling from the sky, lighting the cold night.
In the hidden deep of the woods, a soul found its way home.
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