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“Bolt: bee turning into thee without the es, and voluntad Voltear.”
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There’s something about this land. Something just a little wrong.
Ireland’s got its beauty. Rolling hills, thick mist, morning light on old stone ruins. I could spend a lifetime hiking through it. But this? This is different. The air’s heavier. The ground feels wrong. The kind of different that settles in your bones, slow and deep. The kind that makes your hair stand on end.
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We made it back to Dowth. The second we stepped in? The shift hit hard. Not just a feeling this time. Tangible. ██████ █████████ ████ ████’█ ████ ██████ ███ ████ ████ ███ █████—██’██ ███ ██ █████. ███ ██████. ███ ████████ ███ ██’██ ██████ ██████ ████ ██ ███ ████ ██ ███. I see the same landscape. The same ruins. But I can’t shake the feeling we never really left.
████████████ █████. Doesn’t care about borders. Doesn’t care about our expectations. It’s wild. Untamed. A living, shifting thing. And we’re walking straight into its domain.
Julia’s holding it together. Best she can, anyway. She’s the one leading us in. The ███ █████ leads. And Julia moves like she knows him. Like he is a part of her. Like she’s part of him. It’s unsettling. Watching her. Watching him. But it’s why we’re here. He trusts her. He is her. And that means we have a way in. The hound beside her has barely strayed from Julia's side. There’s something unspoken between them, something I doubt even Julia fully understands yet. But for now? It’s enough. Hell—it’s more than enough. More than ██████ has anyhow.
The others feel it too. The quiet. The weight. That hush. The one before stepping somewhere sacred. Or dangerous. Or both. The trees here look older than they should be. The ground is damp, but it hasn’t rained. The wind carries whispers that don’t belong to us.
We’re close.
One more step, and we’re at the threshold. No turning back.
Let’s hope we’re ready for whatever’s waiting inside.
“Bolt: bee turning into thee without the es, and voluntad Voltear.”
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