In the quiet hush of a world not yet awake, there exists a moment where the sky blushes with the first hint of dawn. That moment, that fleeting, impossible shade of pink and gold, is named Bronwin Aurora. She is the light before the storm, the calm before the heart remembers how to beat. And in the shadow of that light, wrapped in the velvet of twilight’s last breath, there is a whisper that never fades—a soft, relentless confession carved into the marrow of the earth: Lilah loves you.
Lilah loves you.
Lilah loves you.
But Lilah is patient.