somewhatnaive

Some secrets are buried in silence. Others refuse to stay hidden.

Elara never expected a knock on her neighbor’s door to change everything. But when Liam—silent, guarded, and wrapped in mystery—hands her a note instead of speaking, she realizes his silence holds more than unspoken words. It holds a past he cannot outrun.

A forgotten journal. A map leading to a place that shouldn’t exist. A door buried in the earth—waiting to be opened. As Elara and Liam follow the clues, the shadows around them stir, whispering of something lost… and something that wants to be found.
What happens when you listen to the silence?

You hear the things that were never meant to be spoken.

When Silence Speaks

The world shattered, dissolving into a kaleidoscope of fragmented images and disorienting sensations. A force stronger than gravity, an unseen hand, pulled Elara forward, her body weightless, her thoughts unraveling like threads in a storm. The Mark burned like fire searing through her veins, a white-hot agony that spread through her limbs, and the whispers—growing louder, desperate, a chorus of unseen voices—pounded against her skull, a relentless assault on her senses. 


Liam’s grip tightened on her arm, an anchor against the void threatening to consume her, a lifeline in the swirling chaos. “Elara, fight it!” 


She tried. She tried to push back, to resist the overwhelming force that threatened to drag her into the abyss, but the Veil had already claimed her, its tendrils wrapping around her mind, pulling her into its depths. 


Chapter Eleven: The Threshold