“Dan mahkota itu mendengar. Selamanya.”

Leia zoomed in. In the shadow behind her grandmother’s left ear, there was something she had never noticed in the physical album: a faint, almost illegible line of Jawi script. It read:

Or so they thought. On the second night, unable to sleep, Leia found herself scrolling through her grandmother’s old tablet—a dusty Samsung that still held a charge. The tablet had been a gift from Leia’s father, meant to keep Nenek Suri entertained during her final months in the hospital. Mostly, it contained solitaire games, blurry photos of cats, and a half-finished grocery list.