Chapter 11 A Tear Between Worlds

• Amelia P.O.V
• The moment the forest went silent, I knew something was wrong. Not dream-silent. Not peaceful. A silence so deep it felt carved out of the world.
• The air felt thick—too still, too heavy—as if something vast were pressing its weight against the edges of the realm. Even the leaves seemed afraid to move. I shifted my stance without thinking, adjusting the baby higher against my chest. His warmth was the only normal thing left in the clearing.