Haah...
Julius let out a weary sigh before pushing himself to his feet. He stood still for a brief moment, his gaze lingering on the familiar wooden house before slowly stepping inside.
It had already been two months since he married Lyra. At the time of their wedding, he remembered feeling happy... didn't he?
The memory should have been clear, yet every time he tried to recall it, an indescribable uncertainty surfaced in his heart.
Ever since earlier that day, a strange sense of discomfort had been following him wherever he went.
It had all started while he was resting beneath a large tree on his way back to the village.
He had simply closed his eyes for a short nap, yet after waking up, everything had felt... slightly off. He couldn't explain why.
Nothing around him had changed. The village was the same, the people were the same, even Lyra was the same.
