Lia woke before sunrise, the sky still a muted gray outside her window. Her chest felt tight — not painfully, but heavily, like something inside her was shifting in ways she couldn’t control. She sat up slowly, staring at the faint light creeping across her desk. Her notebook lay open, waiting. She didn’t touch it. She didn’t want to see the truth she wrote last night — that she was changing, that she didn’t know if she liked who she was becoming, that she didn’t know how to stop the drift inside her. She pressed a hand to her chest. Why does it feel like I’m choosing something… even when I’m not saying anything at all? 🌤️ A Morning That Felt Like Walking Toward Something Unknown At the research building, her group was already gathered. Aria waved her over. “Lia! We’re doing t
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