I can crawl if you want...

Winter's POV:

The morning had finally arrived, and I was grateful for it. I had grown tired of staring at the ceiling, although I couldn't say I spent the entire day doing so. At some point, I must have slept, only to wake up again and resume my contemplation.

The nightmare I had been trying to escape didn't return, but my mind was filled with thoughts of what the goddess had said and what it meant. No matter how much I pondered over it, I couldn't come up with any answers. Yet, I knew it all revolved around Rafael. Perhaps he might have some insight, and asking him wouldn't cause any harm. Or maybe it would.

I climbed out of bed and slipped my feet into the fuzzy slippers before me. A groan escaped my lips as the warmth enveloped me, and I trudged towards the windows. Parting the curtains, I exhaled, creating moisture on the window pane. However, that wasn't what caught my attention.

The storm had subsided, but the water levels hadn't receded. It could take up to two days for the wat