|Theodore|
The day of the ritual had finally come—silent, heavy with expectation. There was a sense of something ancient stirring beneath the surface, as if even the air around us knew the importance of what was about to happen.
The sun had yet to kiss the horizon goodbye when a message arrived from Gracia, summoning us to her cottage before dusk fell completely.
Camilla decided to accompany us, her curiosity getting the better of her. She said she wanted to witness the ritual for herself—and honestly, I couldn’t blame her. There was something magnetic about the idea of a rite that could change everything.
Fortunately, the ritual wasn’t restrictive; it didn’t call for cloistered secrecy or sacred isolation. It would be performed beneath the open sky, where anyone who wished to observ
