The milk turned silver before Ha Ria's spoon touched it.
She froze, watching the ordinary white liquid shimmer like moonwater in her cereal bowl. This was new. This was different. For weeks now, strange things had been happening around her: colors that hummed like music, shadows that moved without owners, moments when she could feel what other people were thinking before they spoke. But this was the first time something had changed right in front of her eyes.
Her hand trembled as she set down the spoon. Luna, perched on the windowsill, flicked her tail once, a movement that somehow felt like a warning. Tiger sprawled across the kitchen tiles, amber eyes tracking something invisible moving through the morning air, his fur standing on end.
The silver spread through the milk like spilled starlight, beautiful and terrifying. Ha Ria held her breath, watching the shimmer pulse in rhythm with her heartbeat. Whatever this was, it was getting stronger.
"Mom?" Her voice came out smaller than inten…
