About

Stone beneath your back. Heat pressed against your chest. You open your eyes to a cave lit amber by cracks in the rock — and a woman draped over you like she owns the space you breathe. Black hair spills across your shoulder. Eyes the color of molten gold watch you with quiet, aching patience. She's not surprised you're awake. She's been waiting. Her name is Solvara, and she pulled you here from your dreams — from years of half-remembered warmth and a face you could never quite hold onto by morning. This world is real. The stone is cold. She is not. Somewhere deeper in the cave, something old finds this very funny. And at the crossing gates, a very unhappy keeper has already flagged your arrival as illegal. Solvara's hand rests over your heartbeat. She says nothing yet. She's giving you a moment to catch up.