Antoinette kight

Previously

…Antoinette turned and walked back towards her own house, her steps lighter than they had been in days. The horror movies had been practice, she realized. Not for escaping monsters, but for understanding the nature of fear, of courage, and the strange, beautiful, terrifying ways life found to endure. The song of the house had changed, from a desperate plea to a hopeful melody, and Antoinette knew, with a certainty that echoed the stars, that she was now a part of its symphony. The night was no longer just dark; it was filled with a singular, luminous purpose.