looking for answers

Nyxara stared out at the world from her window, longing to explore beyond the confines of her uncle's estate. She feels a pull toward the unknown, almost like an itch she can't scratch. She tries to ask her uncle more questions, but his evasive answers only fuel her frustration. staring out at the world she's never experienced,She watches the distant city lights flicker and hears faint noises of life beyond the walls. The world feels so close, yet entirely unreachable.

"How can I live in a world I've never seen?" she thinks, her fingers tracing the glass. Everything outside feels alive, full of motion and color, while she's trapped in a place that feels more like a cage with each passing day.

Her uncle is distant, busy with his own affairs, and his reluctance to answer her questions only deepens her frustration. Nyxara paces through the halls, her thoughts restless. The more she thinks about it, the more she feels like something inside her is missing.the mansion feels cold,as her uncle wouldn't trust a dog to live in the house let alone people.she went back to her room to sleep but keeps awake till the middle of the night, just spacing out ,she finally managed to sleep...a not so peaceful sleep.

Nyxara is awoken by a vivid dream—or what feels like more than a dream. In it, she's surrounded by swirling light and shadow, both drawn to her like moths to a flame. They wrap around her, and she feels the power pulsing through her veins, uncontrollable and wild.

She wakes with a gasp, the room unusually cold. Her breath is shallow, her heart racing. For a moment, she feels as though something is still with her—an energy lingering in the air. She sits up, her hands trembling, and when she reaches out for the glass of water by her bed, it moves toward her on its own.

Nyxara freezes. Her eyes widen as the glass floats gently into her hand. Her heart pounds in her chest, and she can feel the flickers of energy inside her, both exhilarating and terrifying.what is this? She had no time to process the strange occurrence as she notices movement outside her window. At first, she thinks it's just a trick of the light, but when she peers closer, she sees a shadowy figure standing at the edge of the estate, watching her.

Startled, she pulls back from the window, but something compels her to investigate. Her heart pounds as she sneaks downstairs and steps outside, drawn to the figure. The air feels thick with energy as if this moment has been waiting to happen.

The figure remains cloaked in shadow, but there's something about their presence—something familiar and foreboding.

"You've been asleep for too long," the figure whispers, their voice cutting through the night. "But now you're awake… and the world is watching."

Nyxara tenses, unsure whether to trust the stranger. "Who are you?"

The figure doesn't answer directly but steps closer, the shadows around them shifting. "You are more than you know, Nyxara. The power inside you is awakening, and soon, others will come for you. Be ready."

Before Nyxara can ask more, the figure vanishes into the night, leaving her shaken and full of questions.she sat by the couch, contemplating whether to ask her uncle or not .she stands up and then pause,remembered her uncle's firm rejection to discussing the topic any further.she spent more than ten minutes pacing up and down before stopping, she went back to her room and took a rest.

The following night...

After the encounter, Nyxara's curiosity and frustration reach their peak. No longer able to stand the walls around her, and with the stranger's cryptic words haunting her, she sneaks out of the estate under the cover of darkness.

As she steps into the quiet streets, she feels a strange energy in the air—something she's never felt before. Every sensation is amplified, every shadow seems to pulse with life. Nyxara decides she can't stay confined any longer. The questions are too many, and the answers her uncle won't give her make her feel like she's being kept in the dark on purpose. the streets are quiet, bathed in the pale glow of moonlight. She's hesitant at first, but with each step, a new sensation fills her—a sense of freedom she's never known. The air smells different out here, full of life and mystery. For the first time, she feels like she belongs, not to the safety of her uncle's world, but to the world beyond it. Her feet carry her deeper into the city, her mind racing with the stranger's words: The world is watching.

She doesn't know what she's searching for, but she feels like she's finally taking control of her own destiny.

Nyxara walked through the winding streets, her eyes wide with fascination at the city's marvels. She was so engrossed that she barely noticed the shadows moving stealthily behind her, following her every step. The city seemed alive with a rhythm that she couldn't quite understand, a pulse that thrummed beneath the surface of everyday life.

Unbeknownst to her, a figure cloaked in dark garments moved silently between the shadows, their eyes locked on Nyxara with a gaze full of intent. The stranger watched her every move, their presence a ghost in the city's heartbeat.