Extract from a Private Journal:
After Midnight
I don’t think the sea was meant to go that quiet.
The tide came in.
I watched it from the dorm window. The water moved. The fog rolled in. But there was no sound.
No crash against the rocks.
No gulls.
Not even the wind.
For a moment, it felt like the island was holding its breath.
I pressed the Truth Mirror open, just slightly – – not enough to ask a question. Just enough to see if it would react.
It didn’t.
And somehow that frightened me more.
Silence is never empty here. It’s usually waiting.
If something beneath the surface has stopped moving… what made it stop?
Would you trust an ocean that suddenly goes silent?
To be continued…
Hidden Mysterium 
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