Elariana
Morning crept into the tent so softly, as if dawn itself were afraid to disturb the fragile, almost dreamlike peace I had finally sunk into during the night. The light glowed faintly through the canvas, and as my eyes slowly opened, for a brief moment I thought I was still in that stifled, dark world where every waking meant a new command, a new punishment, or a new task.
Then I realized there were no orders here. No cold, harsh voices demanding instant obedience.
The tent was quiet and calm. A faint scent of lavender lingered in the air. And yet… something was wrong. The silence. That was it. Too wide. Too deep. Too empty.
I sat up carefully, pulling the blanket to my chest, and as I looked around, my stomach clenched.
Zane was not there.
He was not standing at the entrance
