Revolution: Genesis (Published)

The persistent beep of the alarm shattered the quiet of dawn, pulling Azura from a dream she couldn't quite recall, leaving only a lingering sense of unease. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she blinked against the early morning light. The digital clock on her wall glowed back: 6:02 AM.

It was early, but routine was her anchor. Her room, meticulously tidied, reflected her need for order, a habit her younger brother, Max, playfully called her 'Clean-Freak'. Soon, she was dressed in her navy blue activewear, headphones in place, stepping out into the quiet embrace of Dolphin Square. The town was still, save for the gentle rustle of trees, a familiar greeting that always filled her with warmth.

Her jog took her past identical houses, each with its own subtle, unique touch. This town, her home, always made her feel like she belonged, even with the faint, persistent memory of a dream about a mysterious book and a warning that refused to fully surface. She sped up, pushing away the lingering fog, focusing on the rhythm of her feet on the pavement.