Seraphyne stared out the window, her eyes tracing the outline of the trees that lined the edge of the forest. The sky was a soft, pastel blue, the kind of serene day that used to bring her peace. But now, every moment felt like a fracture in time—an echo of the otherworldly realms that had once dominated her life.
It had been weeks since they returned to Earth, weeks since they had left the village and the Keeper's fading legacy behind. The familiar rhythm of daily life had resumed, but Seraphyne couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Every now and then, she would catch glimpses of shadows shifting where they shouldn't be, or hear whispers that seemed to drift from places where no one was standing. She wasn't sure if it was just her mind playing tricks, but she knew better than to dismiss such things.
Life had tried to return to normal, but for Seraphyne and her family, normal was no longer an option.