Divine couldn't sleep. The restless nights were becoming more frequent, each one filled with whispers that seemed to come from the moon itself. It wasn't a dream—no, it felt too real. She sat up in bed, her eyes drawn to the pale glow that seeped through the window.
The whispers were louder tonight, and as her feet touched the cold floor, she found herself walking toward the shore again, her body moving as if guided by an invisible force. The moment her feet touched the sand, the wind shifted, carrying with it a strange scent of salt and jasmine.
And there, in the distance, she saw a figure. A man. Caelan. His face was unreadable, and his posture stiff as if waiting for something. His presence felt like an anchor, yet there was a palpable distance between them. As if there were things he wasn't telling her.
"Divine," his voice was like a breath on the wind, pulling her closer. "You are not just here by chance."
"What do you mean?" she asked, but her voice trembled.
"The moon… is calling you. The ocean is awakening, but not all is as it seems. You are more than you think. But there are forces—dark forces—that want to keep you from discovering the truth."
Divine's heart raced, her breath catching in her throat. What truth? What forces? She was no closer to understanding, but she knew one thing—she had to know more.