Liora was an ordinary girl with ordinary socks, ordinary homework, and a bedroom that usually looked exactly the way she had left it.

On that rainy evening, her older sister Lowri was humming in the kitchen while the kettle clicked and sighed.

Liora sat cross-legged on her rug, trying to tape a torn corner back onto her nature notebook, but every strip curled away from her fingers.

She had been quiet all day because Lowri had packed two boxes for a weekend move to a new room across the hall, and Liora did not like how even small changes made familiar things feel slippery. The rain tapped the window in patient little beats. Then the wallpaper beside her bed gave a soft green shiver, and one painted leaf slowly unfolded into a real one.