Chapter 4 — Selene’s Call

Anjali Oberoi

The dream began in fragments, slipping away like mist beneath the first rays of sunlight as Anjali reached for them. A whisper, soft yet insistent, brushed against her consciousness, like the breeze stirring restless shadows between towering pine trees. Her bare feet touched soil that shimmered faintly, as if the earth itself had drawn breath from the moonlight. The air was alive with an otherworldly hum, a vibration that sank into her skin and stole her breath.