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But Juna could not be held. That night, under a splinter of moon, she slipped away. She followed a trail of silver mushrooms, crossed a stream where stones glowed like fallen stars, and climbed a ridge the herd had long forgotten. The air grew thin and sharp. Her legs trembled. Still, she moved forward.

At dawn, she broke through the treeline onto a cliff she had only seen in dreams. Below her lay not the Summer Valley, but something greater: a wild meadow bursting with flowers no herd had ever grazed, a river that curved like a question mark, and a sky so vast it felt like freedom itself had taken shape. jung & frei

Brenner lowered his antlers. “Safety frightens me less than losing you.” But Juna could not be held

“Jung & frei,” he whispered to the wind. “Maybe that’s not a warning. Maybe that’s the point.” The air grew thin and sharp

“Why do you always look there?” he asked, his voice like crumbling bark.

She drank from the river. The water tasted of rain and risk.