Dreamwalking
It was as if the artifact contained layers of magic, some of which were only accessible to those who truly understood its nature. But none of the books I read gave any clear answers. The more I learned, the more questions seemed to pile up.
The sun had long set by the time I closed the last dusty tome, exhaustion setting in. My mind was swirling with fragments of history, stories of empaths who had gone mad, and warnings about the dangers of wielding such overwhelming power. But underneath it all, there was a gnawing sense that I was missing something important—something that might be the key to unlocking the Tear’s true potential.