The Veil Lifts
The night air was colder than usual, and Seraphyne couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. She stood by the window, staring out at the quiet streets of their neighborhood, watching as the moonlight cast long shadows on the ground. It had been months since they'd returned to Earth, and for the most part, life had resumed its ordinary pace. But tonight, there was an unsettling stillness, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Since receiving the mysterious letter from the Keeper, strange occurrences had begun to reappear. Small at first—a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye, objects shifting positions when no one had touched them, strange whispers on the wind. She had tried to dismiss it, convincing herself that these were just the remnants of a life that had been too intertwined with the supernatural. But deep down, she knew this wasn't just in her head.
The veil was thinning. She could feel it.