Wednesday: The Fever Dreams
Jas drifted in and out of consciousness, their dreams vivid and surreal. They saw the tree again, its glowing trunk splitting open, revealing strange lights and voices.
“You’re not ready,” the voices said. “But you must survive.”
In another vision, they were back at the cabin, watching Ivy Mae and Roman prepare herbs. Their movements blurred, but they could hear them speaking.
“Do you think this will work?” Roman’s voice echoed.
“We have to try,” Ivy Mae replied.
Suddenly, the dream shifted. They were standing in a field of lavender under a blood-red sky. The air smelled of honey and cedar, but it was suffocating.
“Jas,” a voice called, soft and familiar. They turned to see Ivy Mae holding the journal, its pages glowing.
“Follow the light,” she said.
When they opened their eyes, Ivy Mae was sitting beside them, her hand on their forehead. “You’re sweating,” she said, relief flooding her face. “The fever’s breaking.”