In the hush before dawn, where waves whisper secrets and dreams collide with reality, a forgotten magic stirs… Shannon jolted awake, caught in the hazy space between dreams and dawn, her mind tangled in a vivid memory of a book with blank pages. Sunlight spilled into her cluttered room, illuminating the chaos of clothes and books that seemed to conspire against her, each item a silent witness to her struggle with adulthood. Outside, carnival lights flickered in the growing light, casting playful shadows that danced on her walls. Just as she tried to shake off the remnants of sleep, something dark spiraled through the sky, tumbling closer as if drawn by an unseen force. With a soft thud, a large, ancient-looking book bound in leaves and branches landed on her balcony. Its thick, creamy pages fluttered, as if eager to escape their confinement. An irresistible pull drew Shannon in, a whisper from the spine calling her closer. Inside lay a feathered pen tipped with ink as dark as midnight. Transfixed, she reached for it, the blank pages promising adventure. Was she meant to fill this emptiness with her own words? As she lifted the pen, a spark of curiosity ignited within her, ready to awaken the stories waiting deep in her heart.