Seraphina's POV
"Seraphina." A voice had already reached me even before I can see the figure, but I could remember that soft and sweet voice.
Then a mist that was around me moved, opening up like a curtain. And there she was.
"Myra…" The word coming out of me like a prayer.
She stood in the middle of the dream-realm, her robes were blowing as if the mist itself carried them. Her hair was filled with silver, her eyes were also glowing like liquid moonlight, my mother, my anchor and my wound.
"You…no… you're gone, I saw you…" I quickly moved forward, the mist was soft under my bare feet.
"I am never gone, I walked in blood, in memory, and in you." She cut in gently, her voice was both kind and sharp, as if every word carried double sides.
"You shouldn't be here, you…" My throat felt burnt, I wanted to touch her and to feel her arms around me again, but my hands met nothing.
