She handed me the box as if it carried gold.

It was pitch black,as dark as her eyes,as saturated as her cloak.

"You must solve the puzzle before sunset tomorrow. If not, meet me at the bridge,and be prepared."

She said this in such a stern yet loving manner. I have never heard her tone this way,flowing with paradox. I could hear her worry, but I also heard her confidence in me.

She smiled with her eyes this time,but her brows showed a hint of stress.
I watched her walk away as if she wasn't walking at all. She had an ethereal ,yet intense presence.

I sighed and brewed a cup of coffee. Dark roast, no sugar ,no cream-the usual.

I opened the box

"Kajal, a piece of coal, a black pen, coffee beans,and an embroidery that had extra uncut thread"

The embroidery stitching read " I hold two clues ,the first one is a part of me...the second clue is "look up when daylight sleeps""

It was written in black thread .
I took a sip of my coffee and noticed how I was drinking one clue...

I couldn't see the connection between these oh so random pieces..

I started pacing and played with the pen.... frantically.. it was soon to be sunset ,then I would have less than 24 hours left ...

I closed my eyes and remembered her,she was the only person who could calm me , ironically despite her seriousness . I recalledmy last sight of her ,dark cloak ,dark eyes...

"Darkness..."

I thought I solved it ,but I remembered she told me the puzzle was several sentences long ....

Ok ? What about darkness? We drink coffee.Some apply Kajal ...coal? Some random thread?

A yawn eventually escaped me ,it was past sunset .I looked up ,all I saw was the fan that desperately needed dusting. Would she really write all that embroidery just for me to see the ceiling? What else could it be?

I heard a knock and a lady was selling sweets as usual,she rarely ever sells the same sweets. I wasn't craving them but I bought it from her anyways . I needed someone to...