Mikalya’s P.O.V
I woke up one morning with an odd sense of apprehension gnawing at my mind, like an ominous shadow hovering over my consciousness.
The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting patterns of light and shadow across the walls. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something significant was looming on the horizon, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what it might be.
With a sigh, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and pushed myself upright, the cool touch of the hardwood floor sending a shiver up my spine. As I padded my way through the familiar corridors of my newly built paradise, the sense of unease only seemed to deepen, wrapping around me like a suffocating cloak. I couldn't shake the feeling that today was going to be different, somehow.