Nalvas -

A hello that had always been waiting.

She could feel the pass shifting around her. The mist was not air; it was attention . The mountain was listening. The Nalvas was not a trickster. It was a mirror. It did not lie. It simply showed . nalvas

Elara’s hands trembled around the painted stone. “I couldn’t. If I said goodbye, it would be real.” A hello that had always been waiting