One solemn day, beneath a morning sun dimmer than a dying star in the night sky, I felt the weight of time pressing on me.
The afternoon is the only time I feel safe enough to wander, but with each passing day, even that fragile sanctuary seems to slip further away.
I spend most of my time sleeping and dreaming, trying to escape the horrors lurking at the edges of my vision—the shadows, the figures, the eldritch horrors that sometimes peer through the windows, morning or night. I ignore the terror, shut my eyes to it, and retreat into memories of the life I had before.
I wait for noon, the fleeting hours when the mysterious beings vanish. But deep down, I know the truth: one day, they will roam this town without restraint, their presence an unending nightmare.
I don't fully understand how it all began, but I know how I got here.
I'm Tessa Mialila Passionata, and this is my story.