Zephyra Point of View

It was like someone had poured stardust on my dreams and added sparkles for drama—because today was the day.

The Inauguration of Virelle's Super Houses.

A name so powerful, even the sun rose more respectfully this morning.

The brass bells chimed, the sacred incense spiralled through the air, and a rainbow burst of flower petals exploded as the gates of the Super House Colony opened to the public for the first time.

I stood at the heart of it all, a radiant goddess in silk and soft-glow makeup, basking in the glow of applause, admiration, and the occasional camera flash that made me blink like an overpowered fairy.

This was my day.

My dream.

My Super Colony of cosmic, spiritual, and extremely anti-haunted houses finally stood completed.

From the serene breath of Dreamhaven, to the celestial hum of Starlight Serenade, every house glimmered with intention, charm, and a healthy dose of 'don't question how this was built or what forces were summoned.'

They weren't just houses—they were experiences.

Each one radiated its own unique energy signature, infused with charms, symbols, crystal grids, and a generous pinch of my signature spiritual seasoning. I even added glowstones in some of the walls. Because if it doesn't shimmer, is it even sacred?

The whole colony had a flow. A gentle, spiritual feng-shui meets fairy-tale kind of vibe. Butterflies were casually circling the air like trained ballerinas. The koi pond near Serenity Sanctuary had fish that glowed softly in the dark.

And The Tree of Life? That one grew a bench overnight. I didn't ask how. I thanked the tree politely and sat on it.

People were gasping, murmuring, taking notes. And right at the edge of the crowd stood Mom and Dad, Grrrgal's parents—my Mom and Dad now—with tears in their eyes and pride shining off their faces.

As I stood at the gates of what everyone was now calling Zephyra's Soul Sanctuary Colony, wearing my shimmering lavender robe with celestial embroidery, I felt like a high priestess, a queen, and the accidental founder of a magical empire—all in one very pregnant body.

Behind me stood thirty-six houses of transcendental spiritual perfection, neatly lined like enlightened soldiers. Not haunted, not cursed, not even slightly suspicious—these houses were divine energy magnets, each infused with special charms, elemental blessings, and a touch of my chaotic genius.

From Dreamhaven to Celestial Cartography, every house had its own vibe. Its own mood. Its own gentle, whispering aura of mystery. Some breathed moonlight, others sang softly in crystal tones. And some... well, they occasionally growled when approached without the proper spiritual greeting—but that's another story.

Anyway.

The energy was immaculate. The wind was respectful. The birds were choreographed. Even the bugs looked like they paid rent.

The crowd?

Oh, the crowd was divine chaos.

Thanks to the Valen family's absurdly powerful connections—and their unbelievable belief in me - bless them and all their overachieving ancestors—this wasn't just a local event.

This was the event. Spiritualists, scholars, business elites, mystic influencers, and even that famous astrologer who always looks mildly possessed—everyone was here.

There were camera drones in the air, live broadcasts, social media buzz, food stalls serving moonwater dumplings and solar-essence rice, and a ten-foot-tall projection of my face floating above the ceremony grounds like a goddess watching over her realm.

Did I ask for that?

No.

Do I love it?

Absolutely.

"I told everyone this girl was born for greatness," Mom whispered dramatically to an important-looking guest who nodded with utter conviction.

Grrrgal, meanwhile, stood off to the side looking like someone who was half-impressed, half-afraid, and hundred percent calculating what emergency protocols he'd need to set up if The Dreamcatcher's Lair suddenly started whispering prophecies to tourists.

"Grrrgal," I called out sweetly, waving him over.

"I told you not to call me that in front of the country's Defense Minister," he muttered, arriving at my side like a dutiful bodyguard slash reluctant husband.

He never liked my profession but isn't he still here to do the needed for me?

Which only means one thing—deep, unspoken devotion. Obviously.

"You're lucky I don't have a charm that exposes your true thoughts in public, Grrrgal. It would've outed you as a secret spiritual enthusiast by now." I fluttered my lashes dramatically, then offered him one of the Moonblessed Lemon Ribbons from the refreshment tray. "Here, chew on something sacred and stay handsome."

He sighed like a man carrying the weight of multiple realms—none of which he asked to visit. "I'm staying handsome despite this surreal circus, not because of it."

Behind us, a minor commotion broke out near The Garden of Dreams. Apparently, someone had sat on a bench that dissolved into petals and gently informed them they were repressing childhood traumas. Again.

"I told them not to sit on the whispering rose benches without emotional consent," I muttered.

"I told you not to make whispering rose benches," Grrrgal muttered back.

But just before we could argue like an old married couple on a divine honeymoon, Mom approached. And just like that, my mood sparkled again.

"Alright, Zephy dear, you need to go and give an opening speech and start the inauguration before you get tired. You are already so heavily pregnant, don't tire yourself too much."

"Don't worry, Mom," I said, patting her hand.

I waddled — gracefully, mind you — towards the central crystal dais. The sacred mic, which was actually just a sound system disguised inside a lotus sculpture, adjusted itself as I approached.

Smart tech meets mystic chic.

The crowd fell into a hush.

I cleared my throat with the poise of someone who once accidentally blessed by the Goddess of serenity.

"Good morning, esteemed guests, spiritual wanderers, suspicious scientists, hypercritical reporters, and that one guy over there who thought this was a yoga retreat—hello to all."

Polite laughter. Good start.

"I'm Zephyra. Some of you may know me from your dreams. Others from accidentally receiving a love charm when you only asked for good exam results. Sorry about that."

A louder chuckle from the front rows. Even the Defense Minister cracked a smile. Grrrgal did not. But his ears turned red, which I accepted as applause.

"Today is the grand opening of what I like to call the world's first spiritual real-estate revolution. I call them Super Houses. Not because they wear capes or leap over buildings—though I'm not saying they can't—but because they're designed to do what most houses fail at: take care of your soul while also letting you charge your phone."

Some clapped. Some blinked. One old man nodded like he'd just met his long-lost belief system.

"These aren't haunted houses. These are healed houses. They don't creak mysteriously in the middle of the night unless the creak is emotionally meaningful."

I paused for the expected effect.

"They won't trap you in a time loop, unless of course you really need to reflect on your past choices—and even then, they're very polite about it." And laughter rippled through the crowd.

"These homes are built with intention, layered with energy grids, charm-infused architecture, and mild but effective enchantments that do things like: help you sleep better, inspire creative thoughts, reduce emotional baggage by 15%, and occasionally throw a philosophical question at you when you're brushing your teeth."

Now even the serious business tycoons were chuckling. Some were nodding like this was the exact lifestyle upgrade their accountant never warned them about.

"Take Dreamhaven, for example. You walk in, and boom—stress? Gone. Rage? Melted. You'll be so calm, you might forgive your ex. And that's saying something."

"And Mystic Manor?" I winked. "Great place to get lost in your own imagination. Also great place to literally get lost, so please pick up a map at the entrance."

"And let's not forget the Library of the Ancients. It's the only house where the books whisper back. So, if you hear voices while reading there—it's probably just Socrates trying to fact-check your life."

More laughter. The man, who looked like a monk but who isn't one, in the third row let out a very enlightened giggle.

"Now, I know what some of you are thinking. 'Isn't this all a little... fantastical?'"

I leaned forward dramatically.

"Maybe. But so is believing your Wi-Fi is protected by a six-digit password. And yet here we are."

The Defense Minister laughed.

He. Laughed. I win.

"These houses aren't about superstition. They're about intention. They're built to realign your living space with your inner space. They're for people who want a little more meaning in their daily chaos. They're for people who want their homes to heal them, not just hide them."

I softened my voice now.

"They're not magic spells. They're soul hugs with doors."

A few in the audience got misty-eyed. One influencer whispered, "Write that down."

"And if they sparkle a little while doing it? Well—who says healing can't have good lighting?"

Thunderous applause.

As I raised my hand for the final touch, fireworks disguised as petals exploded overhead. The scent of sandalwood and warm vanilla filled the air as the ceremonial ribbon—a shimmering thread woven from moonlight silk—descended in front of me like a diva curtain.

"I now declare Zephyra's Soul Sanctuary Colony officially open!"

More cheering. Someone released doves. I didn't ask for doves, but the birds looked emotionally balanced, so I allowed it.

Via and Oreo started ushering guests into guided tours, handing out charm-infused keychains shaped like tiny houses. Mom and Dad walked proudly ahead of the cameras like spiritual royalty, while Kaiya gave a mini lecture near Luminari Labyrinth about not feeding it unsolicited opinions.

As for me?

I stood with Grrrgal, who was trying to pretend he wasn't proud.

But he still held my hand; protectively.

I was so happy that I forgot to realize something...

I was so happy at that moment, watching everyone trying out and enjoying my super houses services that ignored it.

I was so damn happy that I only came back to senses when I felt something wet between my legs.

And that was when I realized that I have been having mild cramps from an hour and that was when I understood that my water broke –

A month earlier than it should.

"ARGH, Grrrgal."

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