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In the quiet hours between midnight and morning when the house is still, the air is cool, and the world feels just a little thinner a child named Lorelei lies awake in her bedroom, tracing shapes in the ceiling with her eyes. Lorelei's room is small and simple: a wooden bed, a bookshelf filled with half-drawn sketchbooks, and a single window that looks out into the backyard. Yet something about the window has always felt different to her. It hums faintly some nights, as if a breeze presses against it even when the air outside is still.
Lorelei is a quiet child, gentle and imaginative, the type who collects small things a shiny pebble, a bent feather, a button shaped like a star and keeps them in a little box beneath her bed. She often feels lonely, though she never says so aloud. It's not that she wants dozens of friends or a loud house. She simply aches for something that feels like hers, something that makes her heart glow in the way she imagines magic might.
One night, after a long day of feeling invisible at school, Lorelei sits up in bed and notices the window glowing. Not brightly, not like a lamp or flashlight just a faint, pulsing shimmer, like moonlight breathing. She blinks and rubs her eyes, wondering if she's too tired, but the glow doesn't disappear. Follow along as Lorelei discovers what wonders lie beyond the fabric of this world and into another.