The Edge of Revelation

The cold bite of late November air wrapped around Aria as she made her way back to the greenhouse that evening. The sun had dipped behind the horizon, casting long shadows across the broken glass walls, but her determination kept her moving forward.

She had spent hours piecing together the fragments of Julian's revelations and Samuel's veiled hints, but the full picture still eluded her. Her head ached from trying to connect dots that refused to form a coherent line. If anyone could help her make sense of it, it was Liam.

Inside, the greenhouse was warmer than she'd expected, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint aroma of overgrown flowers. Liam was already there, standing in the corner with his back to her, staring out at the darkening sky through the cracked glass.

"Liam," Aria called softly, her voice breaking the stillness.