Serafine's POV
Before us, the clearing spreads, and the further we go towards the sacred land, the heavier the air feels, like the very air has thickened. The magic here is old, as heavy as fog, that clings to each breath I take.
Every step forward feels like moving through water, growing thicker with every minute. There's this weird sound in the back of my mind like a whisper. I'm not sure if it's coming from the land or from inside me.
That night, when we made camp, finally, exhaustion weighed me down. I barely got my head against the earth before my eyelids closed. I was expecting an unconscious sleep to claim me, but rather it was a vision that seized me.
The world around me is dark, though not in a sense of lacking content.
It's that type of darkness that pulsates with energy, se
