The following days passed in a haze. The city felt different—warmer, yet suffocating. The people, the streets, the sky—they all seemed to hold secrets she couldn't reach. Divine spent her days searching for answers, hoping the book she found in the library might offer more insight into her past life.
But every page she turned only deepened the mystery. There were tales of the Power Jar, of celestial beings who had fallen to Earth and walked among humans, but none of it felt complete. The truth was still elusive, hidden behind layers of veils and half-remembered dreams.
Then, one evening, as she stood by the window, gazing out at the horizon, a strange thing happened. The moonlight seemed to shimmer unnaturally, and in the reflection, she saw a figure standing behind her. She spun around, heart pounding—but no one was there.
Was she imagining things? Or had something—someone—been watching her?
The unsettling feeling wouldn't go away. It was as if the very world around her was shifting, hiding things just beyond her reach.