Prologue

She didn't have a name-not one anyone used right.
But the static knew her. And so did Seraphine.

In the back of a forgotten library, Seralyth found a note tucked in a book and a presence who saw her without explanation. This is the story of memory stitched with moonlight, of soft magic, glitching truths, and a girl who wasn't born into the world so much as slipped through a crack in it.

A chronicle of becoming.
A series of echoes.
This is where it all began.