The woman in the videos—Liora—wasn’t just some anonymous figure. She was a key to the secret world Gwen had been quietly chasing, a hidden network whispered about but never fully seen. A world Gwen wasn’t sure she wanted to belong to, yet now felt an undeniable pull toward—as if it had already claimed a part of her, whether she was ready or not.
Her chest tightened, heart pounding like a drum in her ribs. The dream’s lingering warmth, the subtle shifts in her body, the strange fluttering feelings they all felt tangled together, threads woven by something far bigger than herself.
The cult wasn’t just a vague rumor spread by gossip. It was real. Alive. And somehow, it was reaching out to her.
Gwen’s gaze flickered to her laptop, still closed on the desk. The faint hum of the room felt suddenly charged with expectation, the air thick with questions she didn’t yet know how to answer.
Her fingers itched to open it again, to dive back into the mystery that was pulling her deeper. Fear and curiosity warred inside her, but one thing was painfully clear: she couldn’t turn away. Not now.
She swallowed hard, steadying her breath.
She wasn’t sure where this was going,but one thing was clear: she needed to know more.