Sienna
As consciousness gently tugged me back into its embrace, a dance of kaleidoscopic light played across my features—a soft caress from the moon's glow, sieved through the prismatic lens of the stained-glass window. My eyelids parted tentatively, fluttering like the wings of a newborn butterfly, grappling with the reality of existence. Yet, within my flesh, there resided an eerie void. My skin, once a bastion of strength, now felt like a tattered banner after the storm, tender to the very air that grazed it. I groped for memories to explain my presence in this stark hospital bed but found none.
A visceral groan escaped my lips, a feeble protest against the cruel limbo I seemed to inhabit. I clenched my eyes shut, then snapped them open, half-expecting, half-desiring that Axel's visa
