Caspian

Day one. Day two. Now, the sixth day approached.

I spent my hours outdoors, meticulously monitoring the weather, even the forecasts now inexplicably altered.

This was an unprecedented eclipse, devoid of scientific explanation, its persistent shadow a spiritual anomaly. This eclipse was never natural; it was a manifestation of the divine.

The predawn sky remained shrouded in darkness, and a chilling premonition settled upon me: the morning, like the past five days, would be ...