The next morning, Liam woke up feeling… alive.
Not just refreshed. Not just well-rested. But different.
He lay there for a moment, still half-buried in the silk sheets, blinking at the faint streams of morning light spilling in through the curtains. The sensation was hard to pin down.
It was as if every breath of air was richer, cooler, sharper. As if the warmth of the morning sun wasn't just touching his skin but sinking into him.
To exaggerate a little, it felt like he was alive for the first time in his life.
And then the details hit him.
It wasn't just a feeling—his body knew.
He noticed something as his eyes flicked toward the curtains. The sensory details flooding his brain. Maybe because he was too hungry to notice last night but he realised that the world around was now far more detailed than before.
He felt he could see the weave of the fabric wasn't just visible—it was crystal clear. He could almost see each individual thread.
