Lilia attempts to recall who issued this foreboding caution, but try as she might, only fragments remain (fragments that offer little in the way of sense).

"Oh Agatha, what 𝗮𝗿𝗲 you up to now?"

A heavy sigh breaks the silence fills empty space, and the sound is oddly reassuring. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭? Words of warning, dangerous and seductive, spoken in haste by...someone. Pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, ~

work out the kinks of a restless slumber. She knows well about dreams that prognosticate versus the machinations of an anxious mind. There 𝗶𝘀 something afoot, and experience refuses to permit Lilia to ignore reality. Nothing good comes from avoiding hard truths.

~

scouring the sitting room for a sign of a malevolent intruder, the startled witch listens for a hint of footsteps across creaky floorboards, but there is...nothing. 𝘚𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘱. The witch ponders her unsettling dream while massaging her lower back to ~

clamoring in disbelief to confirm that there is no one hellbent on killing her. Confusion reigns despite the assurance that she is indeed alive to face another day, but the startling thought that she might not be alone has Lilia sitting up as quickly as she can. With her shrewd gaze ~