Ember woke up one morning, her body feeling different, strange even. Her senses on high alert. The scent of the morning dew outside the window was overpowering, and the soft rustling of leaves in the wind seemed to echo in her ears. As she got out of the bed, a wave of dizziness washed over her, making her hold tightly at the edge of the mattress for support.
She stumbled to the bathroom, her footsteps heavy and unsteady. She looked at herself in the mirror, she noticed the paleness of her complexion, a stark contrast to the usual healthy glow of her skin. Her stomach churned uncomfortably, and she could feel the nausea building up inside her.
Ember held her head and hung her head down. She felt weak but she had to get up and do her household tasks. Trying to shake off the strange sensa
