Time stood still as I watched over Shadow, the man I loved, lying unconscious on the bed. The events of the previous day weighed heavily on my heart, and I couldn't shake the fear that gripped me. I had no idea if he would wake up, if he would be alright. All I could do was wait and hope.
The room was bathed in soft, ethereal light, a gentle reminder of the castle's presence. I sat by Shadow's side, holding his hand in mine, praying for him to open his eyes. My mind was filled with thoughts of what had transpired and the looming uncertainty of the future.
The whispers of destiny lingered in the back of my mind, their enigmatic words haunting me. There was more to this castle, to our lives, than I could fathom. The encounter with the cloaked figure had only scratched the surface of the mysteries that surrounded us.
