Exousia drifted down through the early morning haze, her form woven from mist and silent light. The city moved beneath her in slow pulses—traffic lights changing from red to green, early risers walking their dogs, café signs flickering on. She drifted between skyscrapers, her eyes scanning the horizon, searching for his presence.
It didn't take long.
She felt him like gravity. An ancient pull that wrapped around her bones and whispered secrets she couldn't remember. She followed it to a building on the city's edge, an old library that had been condemned years ago. Or at least… it used to be.
Now it stood tall and quiet, ivy crawling up pristine stone walls, windows clean and dark under the pale morning sky. Roses bloomed along the entrance steps, red and violet against the grey dawn. The scent drifted to her as she landed softly on the front path.
She walked up the marble steps and pushed the door open without hesitation.
