Friday: The Echo of Silence
The day passed in uneasy quiet. They tried to focus on practical tasks—securing supplies, boarding up weak spots in the house—but the tension was palpable.
As night fell, the auroras returned, brighter and more vivid than before. The cat darted under the couch, and Miracle growled low in his throat.
Suddenly, one monitor blinked on, showing a single phrase: “They’re coming.”
“Who’s coming?” Jas whispered, their heart pounding.
Before anyone could respond, the screen went black again, and a strange humming noise filled the air, growing louder and louder.