The Agora
It was uncovered, not built. Ancient stone seating in a wide semicircle, stepped down into the earth, wildflowers in every crack. The clearing opens to sky and beyond it the valley rolls away, the river catching the last light far below. This is where Weavermere gathers.
Come here when Alba speaks. Come here for the seasonal gatherings, the full moon rituals, the mantras that are moving through the village. Come here when you need to think, or when you need to feel less alone. Sit on the bench. The valley will hold you.
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