Hours passed—or maybe minutes—before exhaustion claimed her fully. She allowed herself to recline against Serelyth's warm, steady side, closing her eyes. The darkness of the cave outside the vial's glow seemed to fold around her like a blanket. And then sleep came, carrying her into visions deeper than she had ever experienced.
In her dreams, she was pulled through a kaleidoscope of images. Her past failures came first: the times she had hesitated, when fear had frozen her in critical moments, when her instincts had betrayed her. Each memory was vivid, almost physical, as if she could step into them and experience them again. She felt the sharp sting of disappointment, the pang of regret, and the weight of responsibility she had carried.
