How could all this be happening? It didn't feel like a dream anymore, and that was what unsettled Olessia the most. Everything around her was too clear, and refusing to fade the way dreams always did.
A part of her wished it wasn't real, wished she could blink and wake up in her own bed, far from Aurethia and all its strange rules. But the longer she stood there, the more the truth pressed in on her. This was real, whether she wanted it or not. And she didn't know what to do with that.
She was still struggling to understand how she ended up in Aurethia, and why any of this involved her. None of it added up. The more she thought about it, the more questions piled up, leaving her restless. What was her connection to this place? Why her, of all people?
