The ground pulsed with life beneath Caelan’s feet as he stepped on to the Road of Imagination.  He was chasing the sun with Valryn’s words still burning in his chest like an ember refusing to die.

The winding path was unlike anything he had ever seen before… vibrant, filled with light and colors that shifted and danced as he walked.

The air itself felt alive, charged with possibility.

The very act of inhaling pulled back dormant layers of his soul, revealing fragments of creativity he had long buried beneath years of duty, routine, and obligation.

His senses were on high alert as something began to awaken in him.