This audiobook is narrated by a digital voice.

The ancient camera felt heavier in Celeste's hands than it should have, its brass fittings cold against her palms despite the warm summer evening. She had inherited it from her grandmother along with the old photography studio in Millhaven, a sleepy town nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests. The townspeople had warned her about the camera, speaking in hushed tones about its strange properties, but Celeste had dismissed their stories as folklore born from too many long winter nights.

Until tonight.

The full moon hung like a silver coin in the velvet sky, casting ethereal shadows across the meadow where she stood. She had come here to capture the moonlit landscape for her upcoming exhibition, hoping to breathe new life into her grandmother's legacy. The old woman had been renowned for her mystical photographs, images that seemed to hold secrets within their silver depths.

Celeste adjusted the antique lens, marveling at how smoothly it moved despite its age. Through the viewfinder, the world transformed. The ordinary meadow became a realm of magic, where dewdrops sparkled like diamonds and wildflowers seemed to dance in the gentle breeze. She pressed the shutter, and the camera responded with a soft click that echoed strangely in the night air.