Chapter 7

“Mom... I’m here.” That voice echoed through my spiritual plane—gentle, clear, like a ripple on a still lake. It was faint, divine... but unmistakably real. My mind lit up with threads of silver. He had answered me. Caelum—my child. The one about to be born under moonlight and fire. Lunara stretched out her hand. A soft sphere of silver light enveloped me and Caelum. “He has no name. Without one, his soul cannot anchor. He floats between spirit and flesh, between realms.” I...