Shadowplay
Lucien
I sat there staring at the tome in my hands for the longest time. The weight of it pressed against my palms as if it had become heavier in the last hour. As if something within it had changed.
It was awake now. Alive again in ways it hadn’t been for centuries.
The ink within its pages pulsed faintly beneath my fingertips, whispering truth I wasn’t ready to read. What had altered its slumber? Was it her presence on Earth—no longer shielded by Heaven’s walls—that stirred it from silence? Or was it something deeper, something inevitable?
There were too many questions and not enough answers. I should have left it alone. But the tome pulsed like a living thing, and I couldn't make myself let go. I wanted to sit here and wait, and watch to see if anything else within it
