Helene took your hand, and traced mindful steps onto the scrabbly mosses quilting the elevations. A tricky stair, you had cautioned. Indeed, following her each stride was a mesmerising spark underfoot. Soon, her pace took flight; as she ascended, the firmament would collapse unto her svelte figure. She tossed in the hazy winds, beveled but never pitched. At the apex, the vermilion sun manifested beneath a veil of clouds.

Helene: Where are we heading, Forgotten One?

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