Noumenon lay motionless on the bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress as the moonlight filtered through the open window. The faint, ethereal glow illuminated the room in silvery hues, casting long shadows that danced gently on the walls. The night was still, save for the occasional whisper of the wind brushing against the curtains, stirring them with delicate grace.
Her gaze drifted toward the window, watching as the full moon hung high in the sky, bathing everything it touched with its cool, unearthly light. She exhaled softly, her thoughts a restless tangle of past horrors and uncertain futures. The house was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos she had witnessed. And yet, even in this calm, her heart carried the weight of unease, its steady rhythm betraying the emotions she tried
