When the Sun meets the Moon

Crystal wandered through the empty halls of her family's mansion, feeling the weight of her grief bearing down on her. It had been months since her mother's death, but the pain still felt like a fresh wound. She missed her mother's warm smile and her comforting presence. She missed the way her mother used to make her feel safe and loved.

As she walked, Crystal stumbled upon a room that she hadn't entered in months. It was her mother's favorite room, filled with books and memories of their time together. Crystal felt a lump form in her throat as she gazed around the room, remembering the happy times she had shared with her mother. But as she stood there, she began to feel a sense of restlessness. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that something was waiting for her just out of sight. She tried to push the feeling aside, but it only seemed to grow stronger, until she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Crystal tried to focus on the happy memories, but the feeling of unease only seemed to intensify. She began to wonder if she was losing her mind, if the grief was finally getting to her. But then, she heard a faint noise coming from the corner of the room. It was a soft rustling sound, like the pages of a book being turned. Crystal's heart skipped a beat as she turned to face the sound. She saw a book lying on the floor, its pages fluttering as if blown by an invisible breeze.

Crystal felt a shiver run down her spine as she approached the book. She could feel a strange energy emanating from it, like it was calling to her. She reached out a trembling hand to touch the cover, and as she did, the pages stopped fluttering. The room fell silent, except for the sound of Crystal's own ragged breathing. She felt a sense of trepidation as she opened the book, but she couldn't help herself. She had to know what was inside.