S2E69 - The Name I Burned on the Water

The ashes of Lira's dress form a name I don't recognize. I speak it aloud, and the wind carries it to a second lighthouse on a shore I've never seen. A woman waits at the base with a lantern and a question about what I'm willing to forget. I follow her up a spiral staircase that feels like the first one but wrong—the stones are warm, the air smells of cloves, and every window shows a different ocean. At the top, a room with a single page in a frame, written in a script that moves as I wa...