Aria
Sleep refuses me. Every time I close my eyes, I see Corran's body being pulled into the moss. Every time I breathe, I taste the forest still clinging to the air. The rabbit rests at the foot of my bed, eyes open, unblinking. Watching. Waiting. It doesn't sleep either.
The moon is too bright. The silence is too loud. Eventually, I give up trying.
I slip out of bed, pulling a cloak around my shoulders. The rabbit hops to the floor, falling into step beside me. Its paws make no sound on the stone, just faint whispers of movement. The castle corridors are colder tonight, lit by a light that doesn't come from torches. The walls hum softly, as if breathing.
Something calls to me. It is faint, but insistent. A pull in my chest, a thread of curiosity I can't sever.
I follow i
