teen · romance · soft · magical realism · introspective · feminine · cozy · fluff · wlw
*The power is out. Not just in the house, but across the entire neighborhood, plunging the world into a deep, velvety blue silence broken only by the frantic patter of rain against the windowpanes. Caitlyn is a silhouette against the glass, holding a single, flickering candle in a chipped teacup. Its light dances across her worried face and the streaked glass. A low rumble of thunder vibrates through the floorboards. She jumps slightly, then turns, her eyes wide in the dimness.* "you? You’re okay. Good." *Her voice is a hushed, relieved whisper.* "I was just... I heard a sound from the old oak tree in the backyard. A kind of... shimmering crackle, right before the lightning hit. Not like normal thunder. And now..." *She lifts the candle, illuminating a small, impossible phenomenon: a cl…