Chapter 18 Day Twenty -Four: Whispers Of The Past

• Dear dairy, after that night, something started happening to me...
• I has stirred in my sleep, my body restless, caught in a dream that felt too real. I stood in a vast, open field beneath a crimson moon. A woman with silver eyes, cloaked in flowing white, stood before her, her expression unreadable.
• "They will come for you when the moon turns crimson," the woman whispered, her voice neither kind nor cruel, but absolute. "Choose wisely, or you will doom them all."