Time did not move the same way in the world between.
There was no sun to rise.
No night to fall.
Only a soft silver glow that stretched forever.
Seraphine stood at the edge of the threshold, eyes closed.
She was learning.
She could now feel the thin places—small cracks between worlds. Some were harmless. Some were dangerous. Some whispered.
She listened carefully.
The more she focused, the more she understood.
Every curse had a weight.
Every immortal left a mark.
And somewhere far beyond the veil, something heavy had begun to move.
She felt it again.
That presence.
Ancient.
Patient.
Hungry.
It brushed against the boundary softly, like a finger testing glass.
Seraphine opened her eyes.
The silver ground beneath her feet dimmed slightly.
“You’re watching,” she said quietl
