LOGINThe air outside felt different. Celeste noticed it the moment she stepped beyond the doors, her pace slowing slightly as if her body needed a second to adjust to something it should have already understood. The garden stretched out in front of her, wide and carefully taken care of. The paths winding between rows of flowers and low hedges that had been shaped and maintained with quiet precision over time, everything in its place without feeling forced.She didn’t move right away.Her gaze drifted outward, taking it in without reacting to it the way she thought she should, as if she were looking at something she knew mattered but couldn’t quite connect to.“You don’t have to go far,” the medic said from a few steps behind them, her tone even, not restricting but present. “Just enough to get a feel for it.”Celeste nodded faintly, though she didn’t look back, her attention still on the space in front of her.
The morning didn’t feel like a new beginning.It came the same way the last few had, quiet and steady, slipping into the room through the tall windows, bringing light that didn’t quite reach the rest of the room. The fire had burned low overnight, leaving only a soft warmth behind, and the faint scent of herbs still lingered in the air.Celeste was awake.Not in the same way she had been the day before, her body still adjusting to something that didn’t feel completely natural. She sat propped slightly against the headboard, the blankets gathered loosely around her as she looked down at her hands again, turning one slowly as if expecting it to feel different than it had the last time she checked.It didn’t.But she checked anyway.Across the room, the medic stood near the table, preparing another set of herbs, her movements steady as she worked, though her attention shifted back toward Celeste often enough to show she wasn’t ignoring her.“Try not to stay in your head too much,” the me
The quiet didn’t last forever, though no one seemed eager to be the one to break it.Celeste remained where she was, her attention drifting between the small things within reach, her own hand, the fabric beneath her fingers, the slow rise and fall of her breathing, as if those were the only things that felt solid enough to hold onto without effort. Every so often her gaze would shift outward again, brushing across the room or landing briefly on one of them as the others slowly filed into the room; keeping their distance as to not be overwhelming.Lysandra was the one who finally spoke.She didn’t rush into it, didn’t overwhelm her with too much at once, her voice staying soft and steady as she chose her words carefully. “You don’t have to remember everything right now,” she said, her thumb still moving lightly against Celeste’s hand, the motion slow and grounding. “But there are some things we can tell you, just so you’re not trying to piece it together on your own.”Celeste didn’t lo
The days that followed settled into a quiet routine that no one had planned, but everyone understood.There was always someone in the room with Celeste. It wasn’t something they discussed or assigned; it simply happened, one person stepping in as another stepped out, the space around her never left empty for more than a few seconds at a time. At first, it had been out of caution, a response to what had already happened, but as time went on, it became clear that it was necessary.Her body rested, her breathing steady and even most of the time, but there were moments when that stillness shifted just enough to remind them that whatever state she was in wasn’t simple sleep. Every so often, she would move without really waking, her body reacting in small, disconnected ways that didn’t match someone who was fully aware. Sometimes it was just her fingers tightening slightly against the sheets, other times it was her shifting enough that someone had to gently guide her back into place before
The world outside was waking up, but inside the room, everything still felt suspended, like time had decided to slow down and sit still for a while.Celeste hadn’t moved.She lay exactly where they had left her, blankets pulled up around her, dark hair spread across the pillow in a way that still didn’t feel right no matter how many times anyone looked at it. Her breathing was steady, which was something, but it was shallow enough to keep everyone on edge without really knowing why.Silas hadn’t gone far.He’d stayed near the bed all night, and even now he was standing close enough that if she so much as shifted, he’d notice immediately. He looked more awake than he should have, considering he’d barely slept, but whatever rest he’d managed clearly hadn’t done much. His attention hadn’t left her, not even for a second.The medic moved around the room quietly, setting things down, adjusting others, checking Celeste again even though she already knew
The room had settled into a controlled quiet, the kind that did not come naturally but was instead held in place by careful restraint, as though every person inside understood that even the smallest disruption might undo whatever fragile balance Celeste’s body had finally reached. The faint scent of crushed herbs lingered in the air, subtle but constant, grounding the space in something tangible while everything else remained uncertain. Soft light filtered in through the tall windows, stretching across the floor and climbing partway up the bed where she lay, unmoving, beneath layers of blankets that had been carefully arranged to keep what little warmth her body held from slipping away.Silas stood beside her for a long moment before finally lowering himself into the chair that had been pulled close to the bed, his movements quiet and deliberate, as if he were adjusting himself to the stillness rather than interrupting it. His hand remained wrapped loosely around hers, not tight enough







