Choas and change
Just a little boy kicking a stone down the sidewalk, a hawker balancing oranges on her head, and a black bird watching him from the neighbor’s roof.
He pocketed the letter. Walked toward his car.
“God,” he whispered, gripping the door handle, “am I losing my mind?”
No voice answered. No flash of revelation. Just the distant echo of church bells and the heavy hum of spiritual tension building under the surface.
But James felt it.
Something had shifted.
The storm wasn’t coming. It had already begun.
End of chapter 2🤭
•Chapter 3 – Eliora’s Eyes
James dreamed again.
He was standing in the middle of an open field barren, silent, wrapped in thick white fog. The sky above was endless and gray, wit
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