For Rea

She was the first to imagine it - the original co-author, and the soul the story was written around. Every page carries a little of her light.

The emerald green that runs through the book is hers: a steady, warm glow that never flickers, the one that guides the narrative home when the violet shimmer fades and the night grows quiet.

Where the Violet Veil shimmers and turns, Rea’s green holds still - the colour of growing things, of constancy, of love that stays. The Master of Imagination is, and always will be, her story too.

Held in the light. Always.