Zuri: The Souls of the Horizon

The sun bled into the horizon like molten gold spilling over the edge of existence. It wasn’t just another sunset. For those attuned to the unseen, it was a threshold—a moment when the veil between the physical world and the realm of souls grew thin, and the mysteries of the universe whispered in colors too vivid to name. And for Zuri, it was the beginning of a journey she hadn’t asked for but somehow always known was hers to take.

Zuri had never felt at home in the ordinary world. She wasn’t sure if it was the recurring dreams that haunted her since childhood—visions of vast landscapes where she was forever searching but never finding—or the peculiar way she seemed to sense emotions that others kept hidden. Her grandmother used to say she had an "old soul."