Chapter 83: Shadows on the Road

A caravan rolled through the Wastes of Whispering Sand.

Traders. Pilgrims. Dreamers.

And one girl hiding her face.

She wasn't special. Except that she heard the stars breathe.

At night, she whispered to the moon:

"I saw her once. The girl who rewrote silence."

No one believed her.

But the sand moved when she sang.

And deep underground, something old stirred.

"She remembers the first breath," it hissed. "Another one like Liss. Another anomaly."

And from the dunes…

A claw rose.

Not to destroy.

To search.