The golden warmth of the afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a soft, hazy light. Trisha's eyes fluttered open, blinking against the gentle intrusion of the brightness. For a long, disorienting moment, she didn't know where she was—only that she felt different. The leaden ache of the previous night's exhaustion had vanished, replaced by a strange, humming vitality that seemed to vibrate beneath her skin.