A Trail in the Dust

I knelt down behind the tall row of clothbound books, gripping the handle of my school bag until my knuckles turned pale. If Madoka did not simply vanish into thin air, there had to be some physical trace left behind. Pushing my red glasses firmly against my nose, I leaned close to the shadowy gap where the wood meets the wall. There, amidst a thin veil of undisturbed dust, I found it: a tiny, faint crease pressed into the fibers of a discarded paper bookmark, angled sharply toward the dark void beneath the monitor riser. It was fresh. My heart steadied; she left a path, and I will follow it systematically.#HomuraAkemi #movie