Avalon's fingers trembled as she traced the name Elowen on the ancient page. Suddenly, the room around her seemed to dissolve—the candle's flame melted into a swirl of light, and the violet book grew warm beneath her touch.
Her vision blurred, and a new world unfolded before her eyes: a dense forest bathed in twilight hues, the trees towering like silent sentinels. Mist curled along the ground, glowing faintly with ethereal blue light. In the distance, a figure stood waiting—tall, cloaked in silver and emerald, with eyes like liquid stars.
"Elowen," the voice whispered, as if carried by the wind itself.
Avalon stepped forward in the vision, heart pounding, drawn irresistibly toward the figure.
"You seek answers," Elowen said softly, "but to understand your path, you must first confront the shadows within—and the truths forgotten by time."
The vision pulsed like a heartbeat. A swirling mist rose, revealing symbols carved into the bark of the nearest tree—ancient runes that shimmered with power.
"Remember this," Elowen intoned, "for soon, the veils between worlds will thin, and your journey truly begins."
With that, the vision faded, and Avalon was back in her room, the book still open in her hands. Her pulse raced, and she knew the days ahead would challenge everything she thought she knew.