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She woke to a world painted in silver light. Clouds hung low, the sky heavy with something unsaid. When the rain began , soft and deliberate , she welcomed it like an old friend. But this morning wasn't like the others. There, between the drops, she saw them. Tiny creatures, born of water and shimmer. Fairies. Real. They moved quietly, gently, like the rain itself knew how to hide them. And in that stillness, something ancient stirred. Everyone else rushed past, umbrellas high, heads down. No one saw them. No one stopped. Except her. Only one fairy remained behind, glowing, curious, watching her closely. When the girl whispered, "Hello," the story truly began. But the rain wasn't the only thing falling that day. A parcel was coming. A diary that writes back. A demon who knows her name. And a truth her father never told her. The past isn't resting. It's waking up.
Chapter one: She Who Saw What Others Missed
