After a night of distorted sounds and shadows that seem to breathe, the forest finally opens.
Before Yora, the world holds its breath: a colossal mountain rises into the clouds, its peak hidden by a vortex of light and mist.
It is said that up there, where the sky touches stone, the connection to the Upper Path becomes pure — a clear, almost divine signal.
Every step toward that summit is a call, a heartbeat urging her upward.
It is not just a climb, but a search for truth: for what lies beyond the limits of knowledge.