The Heartwood dreams of the future

The light of the heavens bathed her face as Hemera listened, enraptured by Periane’s words that echoed the will of God Himself. The vision had been clear, the peak unveiled before her, and now the path lay set. She turned away for a moment, lifting her gaze skyward, the golden glow of the sun kissing her features. A breath left her lips, reverent, steady. „It is so.” The words carried the weight of her faith, unwavering as the mountains themselves.
When she turned back to Periane, there was something resolute in her stare, a quiet fervor burning beneath plum gaze. Devotion and admiration intertwined in her expression as she stepped closer, her posture tall, poised, unshaken. „I want you by my side. Let us climb it together, follow His will,” A pause; gentle, but firm, „Together.”
There was no greater honor than to walk in His light, to fulfill the purpose He had set before her. And to do so with her sister, not by blood, but by faith, was a blessing beyond measure.
„In your travels,” she asked, voice measured but expectant, „have you come across any other disciples spreading His word?” The Lord’s flock was vast, and surely, there were others who had seen glimpses of what had been revealed to her. They would help her shape what had been unraveled in her dream.