Elena POV
I spent hours poring over Grandma’s notebook, my eyes straining as I tried to make sense of the strange symbols and unfamiliar words. Despite my best efforts, the text remained a mystery, and the fever I had only made it harder to concentrate. As the night wore on, the confusion grew, and finally, exhaustion overtook me. I fell asleep in the attic, surrounded by my grandmother’s belongings, the comforting presence of her things giving me a sense of peace.
The next morning, I woke up feeling much better. The fever had broken, and I felt surprisingly energetic. I attributed this sudden vitality to the soothing magic of my grandma’s attic. There was something almost mystical about being surrounded by her things, as if her spirit was watching over me, offering comfort and strength.
