She tied a string of enchanted wool around her wrist and stepped onto the rope bridge. Each plank sang underfoot, a different note that mapped the paths she’d taken: the emerald note for the forest, the deep basalt tone for the caverns, the bright quartz chime for the city. As she crossed, the horizon unfolded into a tapestry of possibilities—untamed wilderness stitched to reclaimed ruins, a tower crowned with glass that held the city’s memories, and far off, a mountain with a doorway carved in old runes.