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After I woke up from my slumber, I felt pain in my chest—right where the sigil was. When I checked, I could feel it, but slowly... it started to fade, like it was never there to begin with.
I touched my chest with my stubby hands just to be sure, struggling with my weak body to get it within my clothes.
I found nothing though. It became obvious that it was gone.
I decided to ignore it—for now—but I couldn't shake the unease brewing at the back of my mind.
Then the door creaked open, and she entered again.
The woman who had nursed me before I slept.
My "mother" in this world.
Still dressed like royalty. Still radiating that same quiet pressure that made the air feel… still.
She glided over to my crib like a ghost in silk, speaking softly in a language I couldn't understand. At first, it was all noise. But as I strained to listen, a sudden pain bloomed in my chest. My ears rang with static.
