I floated in the space between memory and reality, half-anchored in the hypnotic trance as scenes from my past continued to unfold. The sixteen-year-old version of myself stood on that frozen bridge, the vision still fresh in her mind.
It was so vivid—unnervingly so. I could feel the biting winter air against my skin, taste the desperation that had brought me to that ledge. But something else was there now: hope. Fragile and new, but undeniably present.
"Can you describe what you saw in the vision, Seraphina?" Theronius's voice guided me through the memory fog.
My younger self had just asked the priests if the future they showed was truly possible. Silas's face was solemn, his eyes holding ancient wisdom.
"I saw..." My words caught in my throat. "I saw myself... older. Happy."
