The First Morning

1962 Words

Country: Aurivelle City: Auremont Alvara I woke up slowly. Not from noise. Not from light. Just… from the quiet. A different kind of quiet. Not the familiar stillness of Cressford where the street sounds eventually found their way in no matter how early it was. This was deeper. Sealed. Like the house was holding its breath alongside me. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling. High. Clean. Unfamiliar in a way that didn't feel wrong. Just… new. My room was still dim, the curtains softening the early morning light into something gentle and gold. I turned slowly, taking in the space around me. The wardrobe. The sitting area by the glass. The stillness of everything exactly where I had left it. It wasn't a dream. I was actually here. I exhaled. Then I pushed

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