Slowly, sunlight crept through the window. A tapestry of soft morning colours danced across her room, brushing away the shadows.Ebun lay still, her gaze tracing the shifting patterns of light and shadow that spread outward from the window and bled across her ceiling. The world was remade in the hush of those early hours, the memories of last night coiling dark and tight in her chest, yet unable to withstand the soft, persistent pressure of morning. Voir plus