[c=#2dba69]Elyra's Diary - Part 4
The Final Silence[/c]

[c=#e3aaeb][i]19th Ashmoon, Year 342 of the Era of Remembrance
Under the Moon of Ashes – Eve of the Last Watcher[/i][/c]

The heights of Karthas are a realm of stone and wind.
Up there, I found an old broken fortress, swallowed by centuries.
Only a tower remained, and at its heart, a crypt watched over by a faceless statue.
I bowed. It collapsed.
Inside: a carved tomb, with no name, no emblem, no offering.
But the ankh was glowing. The voice was no longer a whisper. It was a full presence.
"You already carry what you are searching for."
In a chest, I placed all the fragments. It opened.
A piece of obsidian. Perfectly smooth. Etched with a single word: "Breath".

[c=#e3aaeb][i]27th Ashmoon, Year 342 of the Era of Remembrance
Under the Moon of Ashes – Day of the Last Breath[/i][/c]

The summit of Mount Opal holds no birds, no mist, no sky.
It is pure void, a circle carved in stone.
There, I laid down my memories. Seven voices surrounded me.
And an eighth rose. Not a voice. An inner gaze.
I searched my satchel. And I found it: the object I had carried from the beginning.
A black shard, dense, mute. Born of the Nether.
Given long ago, without understanding.
"The ancients called it the Star of the Last Breath. But in the lands of the Nether... it was given another name. A name you already know."
It is neither a key nor an artifact. It is crystallized memory.
What I hold in my hand is a silent fragment.
But it does not yield to the first prayer.
It answers only to those who have listened to the end.
"It activates only when everything has been heard. It is not here to be used. It is here to respond."
I feel it: it must be offered to a living grave.
A tomb still bound to a grave soul. Not thrown, nor placed. Extended with faith.
Then it will vibrate.
And everything I have seen will make sense.
I am no longer a wanderer.
I am the memory made whole.
And the Star... has never stopped waiting for me.