Chapter 61. A Dance with Mara

Ethan woke up in the middle of the night to strange music sounds and cheers. Curious he left his room’s environment and headed for the mountain where the noise was coming from. To his surprise, what he saw was the survivors, dancing wearing ancient clothes and hair-do.

Under the velvet canopy of the night sky, the bonfire crackles and roars, casting a warm, flickering glow that pushes back the surrounding darkness. Shadows dance and sway to the rhythm of the flames, their forms elongating and twisting in the fiery embrace. Sparks rise like a thousand fireflies, reaching for the stars above.

Around the bonfire, a circle of people gathers, their faces illuminated by the orange-red glow. Drums pound in the background, their primal beats reverberating through the air. As the music quickens, the dancers begin to move, their bodies responding to the ancient call of the fire.

Each step is deliberate, each movement a tribute to the flames. Arms sway overhead, fingers traci