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An Unseen Watcher

Penulis: Tyson Roy
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-28 01:24:01

Elara sat at the edge of the sacred glade, moonlight spilling across the moss like a river of molten silver. The light clung to her like breath on glass, soft, cool, reverent. Around her, ancient trees stood sentinel, their trunks wrapped in vines older than kingdoms. The glade, a place of ancestral gatherings and whispered prayers, should have brought comfort. But tonight, it only echoed with unease.

She didn’t belong here. Not really. Not according to the way the others glanced at her when they thought she wasn’t looking, sideways, cautious, laced with unspoken doubt. Their wariness wrapped around her like smoke, curling beneath her skin. But it wasn’t just her presence that disturbed the stillness of the night.

Something else was here.

Something older. Watching.

Breathing without lungs.

Moving without form.

She closed her eyes and let the rhythm of her breath slow, tuning her senses outward like threads cast into the cold dark. The air was quiet, too quiet. Even the usual sounds of
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