Solara

The journey to Solara was unlike any other they had taken so far. As they left Frostford behind, the landscape changed dramatically. The towering pines and snow-capped peaks gave way to rolling dunes, their golden hues stretching endlessly beneath the blazing sun. The further they traveled, the more the world seemed to shimmer, heat waves dancing over the sand.

Lucien sat by the window, watching the desert unfold before him. The sky was vast and cloudless, an expanse of blue that seemed untouched by time. He had never seen anything like it before. The sheer emptiness of it all, the way the wind sculpted the dunes into ever-changing shapes—it was mesmerizing. And yet, amidst this barren land, a city thrived.