Desiree POV
“Desiree…”
“Desiree!”
My name echoed around me, distant at first, like a voice struggling to reach me through thick fog, pulling at my consciousness with growing urgency. The sound felt familiar, grounding, yet I couldn’t respond immediately, couldn’t move, because my eyes were still locked on Zelda.
She was fading.
Right before me.
Her figure, once solid and terrifyingly real, began to blur at the edges, dissolving into nothingness like smoke slipping through the air. Panic clawed at my chest as I instinctively reached out, as though I could somehow stop her from disappearing.
“Wait—” I tried to speak, but my voice felt trapped, barely forming.
Her lips curved into that same unsettling smile, calm and knowing, as though she had already seen everything that was about to
