One evening, while Joana was engrossed in reading a bedtime story to Michaela, tiredness gradually crept up on her, lulling her into unintended slumber in the chair by Michaela's bed. It wasn't until a few hours later that she stirred, finding Michaela peacefully asleep, prompting her to silently retreat to her own room to seek rest.
Upon re-entering her quarters, the veil of weariness obscured Joana's observation, making everything appear ordinary. Pushing her sketchbook aside, she slipped beneath the covers and swiftly drifted off to sleep.
The following morning, a dull ache in her head roused Joana from slumber. Emitting a soft groan, she sat up, rubbing her tired eyes to rouse herself. As her surroundings came into focus, her gaze landed on an unusual sight on her bedside table – a g
