The morning light was different now.
Elias stood at the window of the penthouse, his hands resting on the cool glass, his eyes fixed on the horizon. The sun was rising, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink, but there was something off about the light. It was too bright. Too harsh. Like the sun itself was straining against some invisible barrier.
He could feel it in his bones. The balance was shifting. The light and shadow within him were no longer in perfect harmony. Something was pulling at the edges, trying to tear them apart.
The shadow stirred inside him. You feel it too. The balance is fracturing.
Elias nodded slowly. "Yes. Something is wrong. The light is growing stronger. The shadow is receding."
We must find the source. We must restore the balance before it's too late.
