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The oak standing stones parted like curtains as Aurora stepped through, Nyx's shadow-form rippling beside her. The sensation hit her immediately—a tingling that started in her fingertips and spread up her arms, as if the air itself hummed with electricity. "Bloody hell," she whispered, stopping short. The grove stretched before them, defying every law of nature she knew. Wildflowers carpeted the ground in impossible colors—blues that shifted to silver in the dappled light, purples so deep they seemed to hold starlight. Ancient trees towered overhead, their trunks twisted into spirals that hurt to follow with her eyes. Above, the canopy filtered sunlight that felt too golden, too warm, casting everything in amber honey. "Time moves strangely here." Nyx's whisper carried on wind that shouldn't exist in this enclosed space. Their form solidified slightly, violet eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Can you feel it? The pull?" Aurora nodded, though she couldn't name what she felt. Her skin prickled, and the Heartstone pendant beneath her shirt pulsed with unusual warmth. Not the warning heat it gave near Hel portals—something different. Softer. "Where is she?" Aurora scanned the grove, searching for any sign of Isolde. A laugh tinkled through the trees like wind chimes. "She who seeks the Seer must walk the path unwinding." The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. Aurora turned in a slow circle, but saw only flowers and shadow-dappled grass. "Isolde?" "Follow the silver thread that binds what was to what shall be." Aurora frowned. "What silver thread?" Nyx pointed with one shadowy finger. "There." At first Aurora saw nothing. Then, as her eyes adjusted to the grove's strange light, she caught it—a thread of actual silver, no thicker than spider's silk, weaving between the tree trunks. It glowed with its own faint radiance, pulsing gently like a heartbeat. "Right, then." Aurora stepped forward, following the thread deeper into the grove. The path wound between trees whose bark shifted colors as they passed—from deep brown to silver to something that looked almost like scales. Flowers turned their faces toward the travelers, petals unfurling in their wake. Aurora reached out to touch one, then jerked her hand back as the bloom literally sang, a pure note that resonated in her bones. "The flora here is alive in ways I've never encountered," Nyx murmured, their form flickering between solid and shadow as they moved. "Even in the spaces between realms, I've seen nothing quite like this." The silver thread led them around a bend, and Aurora's breath caught. A pool stretched before them, its surface like black glass reflecting not the sky above, but stars. Constellations wheeled in the depths, and Aurora felt dizzy watching them move. "Don't look too long." Isolde's voice came from behind them. Aurora spun around. The Half-Fae stood beside a tree that definitely hadn't been there moments before, her silver hair flowing like liquid mercury in the amber light. Her pale lavender eyes held amusement. "You came seeking answers, but brought shadows and questions instead." "We came because something's wrong with the Veil," Aurora said, stepping away from the hypnotic pool. "The rifts are spreading." "Wrong?" Isolde tilted her head, birdlike. "Or changing as all things must change when winter's grip loosens its hold?" Nyx's form solidified completely, their violet eyes fixed on Isolde. "The barriers between realms are failing. Mortals will—" "Will what, Shadow-Walker? Will they learn what their ancestors knew? Will they remember the old ways, the old bargains?" Aurora felt the Heartstone pendant grow warmer against her chest. "What old bargains?" Isolde smiled, but it held no warmth. "The bargain that built the Veil, child of two lands. The price paid in blood and binding, in exile and forgetting." The grove seemed to pulse around them. Aurora noticed the flowers were now facing them directly, their petals opening wider as if straining to hear. Even the trees appeared to lean inward, their twisted branches forming an amphitheater around the small clearing. "I don't understand riddles," Aurora said, frustration bleeding into her voice. "People are in danger. The rifts—" "Are healing." Isolde moved without seeming to walk, her feet leaving no impression on the flower-carpeted ground. "What you call tears, I call doors opening after centuries of slumber." The silver thread Aurora had followed now wrapped around her ankle, though she hadn't felt it move. When she looked down, more threads appeared, weaving through the grass, connecting tree to flower to stone in an intricate web that made her eyes water to follow. "The Veil was never meant to last forever," Isolde continued, circling them slowly. "It was a bandage on a wound, not a permanent cure." "What wound?" Nyx asked, their voice barely above the wind's whisper. Isolde stopped before the starlit pool, her reflection showing not her own face but something else—something with antlers and eyes like winter moons. "The wound of separation. When mortal and Fae, Earth and Hel, light and shadow were torn apart and told they could never meet again." Aurora's chest tightened. The pendant was warm enough now that she could feel its shape through her shirt—the thumbnail-sized stone pressing against her ribs like a second heartbeat. "And now?" "Now the wheel turns, as wheels must turn. The winter solstice comes, and with it, the choice." "What choice?" But Isolde had already begun to fade, her form becoming translucent like morning mist. "The choice that was always yours to make, Daughter of Laws and Dreams. To bind or to loose. To separate or unite." "Wait!" Aurora lunged forward, but her hands passed through empty air. "I don't know what that means!" The grove shuddered around them. Flowers began to close their petals, and the golden light dimmed to something closer to normal sunshine. The silver threads snapped one by one, leaving only the faintest traces of their former radiance. "She's gone," Nyx said unnecessarily. Aurora stood in the dimming grove, surrounded by the settling quiet of an ordinary clearing. But the warmth of the pendant against her chest remained, and she could still feel the echo of that otherworldly energy in her bones. "Did any of that make sense to you?" she asked. Nyx's form rippled, becoming more shadow than substance. "Some. The Veil wasn't natural—it was created. And now something is trying to undo it." "Or someone." Aurora touched her chest where the pendant rested. "And apparently, I'm supposed to decide what happens next." The standing stones came back into view as they retraced their steps, the boundary between the Fae-touched grove and Richmond Park visible once again. But Aurora couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental had shifted, both in the grove and in herself.