PRiME@SayethOfficial
(Story 📚 Thread🧵)
Entry 198: Sol was fifteen when it began, and he was certain at the time that his life was ordinary. He lived in a small coastal town where the nights were clear and brimming with starlight. By day he worked part-time at a bookstore, shelving worn paperbacks and helping the rare customer find their next literary escape. By night, he would climb the old hill behind his parents’ cottage and gaze upward, wondering what it would be like to truly know the stars....
There were rumors in town—wild stories whispered by old sailors—of lights over the bay that moved too fast to be airplanes and hovered silently in the darkness. Sol never truly believed these stories; he thought them quaint folklore, artifacts of boredom and imagination. But on the night before his twentieth birthday, as a soft breeze rustled the grass on the hill, he saw something impossible suspended over the horizon: a cluster of lights, shimmering in patterns he could neither decode nor ignore....
He lost track of time, mesmerized by how they danced, and the next thing he knew, he was not on the hill anymore. He was floating, weightless, in a corridor of soft luminescence, surrounded by beings whose silhouettes were as slender and elegant as filaments of light. Fear and awe braided together in his mind. He had been taken....