These titles capture the suspense, the characters' mix of hope and doubt, and the eerie quiet that sets the stage for dawn's revelation.
Talon gazed up at the sky.
The moon shone brighter than ever, casting a silver glow across the valley, and stars scattered densely overhead.
"Maybe… nature is responding in a different way?" he suggested.
"What kind of response?" someone protested. "A clear night? The sky looked the same before we started the ritual."
"No, look closer," Emily said. "There are more stars out tonight, the air is warmer, and there's a calmness around us."
"We'll know for sure in the morning," Talon interjected. "We'll check the waters and see if the storm is truly gone."
"Talon, are you sure we didn't miss anything?" another voice chimed in, doubt lacing their tone. "What if we overlooked a part of the ritual, and that's why there's no clear change?"