The red began to creep beyond that single page, crawling across the book. Page after page shifted hue, the pale parchment deepening into shades of crimson. She had only spilled a few drops—yet the entire diary seemed to bleed.
Her hand trembled, thumb still hovering above the parchment. This shouldn't be possible…
The diary pulsed faintly beneath her palm, alive, as though responding to her blood.
Soon—like a trick of magic—every word on the diary began to fade. One line at a time, one sentence after the other, vanishing as though the parchment itself was swallowing them whole.
Kaya watched in silence. She didn't gasp. She didn't move. She simply sat there, eyes fixed, absorbing everything.
And then, in their place, new letters began to bloom.
