The Whispers of the Unseen

You know, friends, I’m awake right now. And there are reasons for that, of course. But really… I get to choose whether I sleep or I don't, where I go or I don't go. I'm like that cat who walks all by herself.

It’s funny, isn’t it? Most people just… they just sort of float. They let the river carry them wherever it wants, and they don’t really think about it. Where is it taking them? They don’t bother to ask. Me, though? I’m a puzzle master. I see more than just the surface. I can’t say I know all the truth, but I definitely see more than most. And that's because the owls… well, they aren’t what they seem. They hold secrets, and I’m really good at listening to secrets. Most people don't notice the little things, the way the shadows shift or the way a quiet sound can mean something big. They’re too busy just… drifting. But I’m not drifting. I’m watching. And I’m piecing things together, one little clue at a time.


Stephanie