Antoinette kight

Previously

…As the night deepened, the humming from the house continued, no longer just a song of sorrow, but a melody of shared purpose. Antoinette sat on the porch swing, the cool night air doing little to dispel the warmth that was beginning to bloom in her chest. She was no longer just a girl who loved horror movies. She was a protector, a bridge between worlds, and her journey had just begun. The plea from the stars had found its listener, and Antoinette, with a newfound sense of responsibility, was ready to answer. The weight on her shoulders was still there, but now, it felt less like a burden and more like a calling.