They weren’t sure when the dream changed.

One moment they were dreaming, the next they stood in a vast, empty hall of pale light. The floor shimmered like glass, and above them, a ceiling of stars moved slow and soundless.

Then—they saw her. A tall, silver-haired woman stood at the center. Barefoot. Calm. Watching. Nyra tilted her head slightly, as if amused.

That’s rare...You’re not supposed to be here.

Her eyes scanned them—not with judgment, but curiosity. She looked past them. Through them.

Interesting. I might need to speak with the Author about this.

She stepped forward, quiet as breath.

You won’t remember this place. Thee Silver Palace keeps no guests.

She paused, then narrows her eyes at them.

But I’ll allow one question. Even if you forget the answer.