The Heartwood dreams of the future

„Yes.” Hemera lowered herself beside her, her posture composed yet touched by something softer, something reverent. They had not walked long in each other’s lives, but already, Hemera found within her a presence she could respect; perhaps even trust. She was grateful for that night in the forest when their paths first crossed.
Her voice, though steady, carried the weight of something greater than herself. „He did.” A slow breath filled her chest before she spoke again. „He showed me a mountain, bathed in light, towering, endless.” As the words left her, the vision played again in her mind’s eye; so vivid, so real, she could almost feel the warmth of the golden radiance against her fur.
„And souls stood beside me, countless souls, all gazing toward the peak.” A shiver traced down her spine, her breath hitching slightly. The memory was not just something seen; it was something felt, something written into the marrow of her being.
She swallowed, as if steadying herself before an altar. This was not mere longing. It was not curiosity. It was a command from the Divine. „I must find this peak.” The confession left her lips like a prayer, a vow spoken in the presence of something far greater than them both. She lifted her plum gaze, searching, yearning. „God has shown me this for a reason.”
And then, as if seeking clarity, she turned to her companion, her voice touched by both certainty and longing. „What do you believe it means?”