The room was silent, illuminated only by the soft glow of a crystal lantern hanging in the corner. Behind thick, deep purple curtains, the night's shadows gently enveloped Sylvia's chamber. On the large bed draped with thick linens, Sylvia sat cross-legged, staring blankly at the wall. Her new body still felt unfamiliar, yet her mind wandered far away, anchored on one name that continuously filled the space in her heart.
Sofia.
A figure always present in every step she took, in every plan and struggle. The Queen of Nocture who had long protected the city and now bore the heavy burden as her substitute while Sylvia journeyed to seek answers.
Sylvia let out a long sigh and slowly closed her eyes. She could feel Sofia's presence in her mind the steadfast face with eyes full of determination and warmth, the gentle voice that calmed her, and the small smile that always ignited her spirit.
