ISAIAH
There was a stillness in the night, thick and pressing, like it knew something I didn’t and was waiting for me to catch up. I sat alone in my little sanctuary at the packhouse walls lined with old scrolls, worn books, sacred symbols, and bits of the past I had collected from one journey to another. This room was a piece of me, a quiet space carved from the noise of centuries but tonight... tonight it felt heavy.
The visions had been coming more frequently, with a sharpness that made it hard to breathe sometimes, like puzzle pieces flying at me all at once, refusing to click into place. And this time, I could feel it; Something in the air charged, coiled like a storm on the verge of breaking.
I lowered myself to the floor, cross-legged, my palms resting on my knees, eyes shut, Br
