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 air grew heavier, thick with the weight of something unseen, a palpable pressure that pressed against their skin, stifling their breath. The figures emerging from the fractured Veil were shifting, indistinct, their presence more felt than seen, a spectral army coalescing from the shadows. Elara’s breath hitched, a silent gasp against the growing dread, as the hum of energy from the ancient book intensified, its light flickering erratically, like a trapped firefly, reacting to the entities before her, their malevolent presence a tangible force in the charged atmosphere. 


Liam tightened his grip on her wrist, his touch firm and grounding, a desperate attempt to anchor her to the present. “Elara, we need to move.” 


Chapter Sixteen: Echoes of the Past