The final place on the map was a huge city called Lunara, known as the City of Lights. Tall buildings touched the clouds, and streets glowed with neon colors. Music, traffic, and laughter mixed into one endless sound.
Aarav felt small again, but this time in a different way. The city was alive. He met artists who painted walls, dancers who performed in streets, and travelers from faraway lands.
He worked for a few days in a café to earn money. There, he heard stories of dreams — some broken, some still alive. The city taught him that millions of lives could exist together, each with its own purpose.
One evening, Aarav climbed a bridge and watched the lights reflect on the river below. He remembered Silver Ridge, the river villages, and the silent desert. All those places lived inside him now.
He understood that the world was not divided into good and bad places. Every place had lessons. Mountains taught courage, rivers taught kindness, deserts taught patience, and cities taught ambition.
That night, he decided his journey was complete.