n her chamber, surrounded by ancient maps, old books, crystals, and the flickering light of candles, Maevra works quietly.
Before her lies a map that seems to contain far more than our eyes can see.
Maevra studies its lines carefully.
A small light appears on the map.
For a few moments, tiny golden sparks travel across the paper before disappearing among its markings.
Beside her, her cat watches the whole thing with the calmness of someone who has probably seen it all before.
Maevra says nothing.
Perhaps she doesn’t need to.
There are secrets that are not meant to be explained.
You only need to know where to look. ✨🗺️🐈⬛
