SERAPHINA’S POV
The transition was seamless.
There was no disorientation, no jarring shift, no sense of being pulled into something unstable. Not even the chaotic flood of memories I’d experienced last time I was in Celeste’s mind.
Instead, it felt as though I had stepped across a threshold into a space that had always existed in perfect order.
Her consciousness unfolded around me with a clarity that caught me off guard.
Everything was structured. Layered. Connected.
Unlike in Aaron’s mind, memories didn’t drift here; they aligned.
Threads of light ran cleanly between them, forming pathways that pulsed with quiet consistency, each one anchored, each one accessible.
‘Careful,’ Alina murmured, unease sharp in her tone. ‘This is too clean.’
‘I know,’ I replied softly.
She was right. Even without damage, even without interference, no mind was ever this…perfectly arranged.
There were always irregularities. Natural gaps. Shifts in clarity.
Here… There were none.
