Whispers of Tomorrow🔊

Amelia sat in the comfort of her weather-beaten leather chair, her frail fingers turning the delicate pages of the book she held. Beyond the worn-out curtains of her small living room in a sleepy town called Serendipity, the sun half sunk below the horizon, bathing the world in its soft, mellow twilight hue. The book, titled 'Whispers of Tomorrow', was a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation. It was not your typical work of literature, instead it was a collection of predictions, prophesies made by her ancestors, every single one had come true, except one - the prediction of the 'Golden Dawn'.

At the stroke of midnight, as was the tradition, the book magically scrawled a prophesy, a whisper of tomorrow and this time it wrote, 'Golden dawn brings eternal night'. The vague and ominous message made Amelia anxious. fueled by her insatiable curiosity, she decided to decode these mysterious words.

Early the next day, Amelia set off towards the town library, which held decades-old archives. As the sun rose higher, Serendipity glowed in a warm golden hue, unlike any other day, giving her an eerie reminder of the 'Golden Dawn'.

The dusty, old archives held a myriad of information but nothing concerning the predicted event. But Amelia was nothing if not tenacious. Her quest continued as she visited local priests, old town folks and fellow nocturnal beings in hope of understanding the prophecy. Her quest was fruitless, the 'Golden Dawn' remained a mystery.

Meanwhile, the day was eerily tranquil, painting a beautiful, yet alarming picture of the town. Even the usual town gossip had hushed, as if they too were under the spell of the unspoken anxiety. Feeling lost, Amelia decided to retreat to the comforts of her tiny home. As the day turned into dusk, she once again opened the book, and there it was, the same prophesy staring right back at her, sending chills down her spine.

The fear of unknown had always been the greatest fear of mankind. As the tiny town of Serendipity fell into silence, waiting for the sun to emerge, Amelia too, sat in her chair, clutching the mysterious book. At the strike of midnight, the sun rose. Confusion clouded Amelia's mind, a sunrise at midnight? But then she understood, a 'Golden Dawn' was not a metaphor, it was a literal golden sunrise at midnight.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing shriek echoed through the town, followed by pin-drop silence, an 'eternal night' had fallen upon Serendipity. Scrawny, old Amelia, huddled in her small living room, was the remaining witness of the conspicuous event.

In the face of strange changes, human nature questioned her sanity, had she done something wrong to trigger the eternal night? But with the rising mysterious darkness, there was a strange sense of serenity engulfing the town. It wasn't the end, but a transformation, a shift in the course of time.

Amelia realized that prophecies are not warnings, but guides. Shapes and shadows started to fill in the eternal night, giving form to a new world, a world adapted to live in the glow of the Starlit night. Plants started glowing under the moonlight, animals came forward, their eyes shining brightly in the cool glow of the moon. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and the town of Serendipity kept thriving, learning and evolving.

The last prophesy of the Whispers of Tomorrow wasn't a prediction of an apocalyptic end, but of a new beginning, an eternal night that brought a new dawn, that too a Golden one.