Our chapter begins in the aftermath of desires dashed and dreams deferred. It weaves a tapestry of emotions, where Dorothy's tears are as plentiful as her courage, and her companions stand as steadfast witnesses to the bond of unity that adversity has forged among them. The Tin Woodman, with his heart of newfound tenderness, mourns the departure of the enigmatic Oz, seeking solace in the gentle touch of Dorothy's hand as she dries his sorrow.
Our Scarecrow, ever the unexpected sovereign of an Emerald realm, contemplates the weight of his straw-stuffed crown, while the Lion, in his quiet bravery, eyes the horizon with a wild longing. In this moment of stillness before the journey resumes, friends join in counsel, casting their gaze upon the treacherous yet beckoning South—toward Glinda, Witch of promise, whose abode skirts the boundary of the impassable desert.Â
