Eiran

The first dawn has already passed, leaving the world suspended in an uncertain quiet. The light is neither warm nor cold, lingering at the edge of perception. Eiran stands apart from the moment, present but not participating, observing the threshold between what has ended and what has not yet begun. The fragment is not visible. There is no radiance, no voice. Only a subtle disturbance - an unfamiliar tension beneath the familiar absence of feeling. It does not comfort. It does not threaten. It simply exists. Eiran has returned to this moment before, expecting nothing and finding confirmation in the silence. This time, something is different, though its meaning remains unclear. Another presence approaches - someone drawn to the same threshold, whether by curiosity, coincidence, or need. Eiran does not turn immediately. There is no urgency, only awareness. The silence holds, waiting to see whether it will remain intact.