Fragments of the Winter Moon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"Who are you?"Celeste’s gaze moved over them with a quiet, unsettling slowness, as though she were seeing each face for the first time and trying to decide what, if anything, they meant to her, and in that lingering silence it became painfully clear that nothing in the room reached her in the way it once would have, not the tension in their bodies, not the familiarity in their expressions, not even the way Silas stood closest to her with his hand wrapped carefully around hers, waiting for even the smallest sign that she recognized him, because there was no answering pull, no instinctive awareness, no bond threading between them to bridge the distance that had suddenly and completely formed.Silas felt the absence before he understood it, the space where something once lived now hollow and unresponsive, and though he kept his grip gentle, though he forced himself not to tighten his hold as if he could will that connection back into existence, there was no denying that the quiet certain

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

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 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

They didn’t stay in the garden much longer after that.Lysandra didn’t rush Celeste, but she didn’t give her the option to linger either, her hand remaining lightly around Celeste’s wrist as she guided her back toward the path, steady without pulling, firm without making it feel forced. Celeste didn’t resist, her steps falling into place beside her as they turned away from the rose bushes, leaving the withered bloom behind without another glance.The medic followed a few steps back, close enough to step in if needed, though she said nothing as they made their way toward the doors, her attention fixed on Celeste in a way that didn’t intrude but didn’t miss anything either.Celeste walked without issue.If anything, her pace had evened out more than before, her movements settling into something that looked almost normal if you didn’t know what had just happened.“You’re done for now,”