Aurenya’s POV
I couldn’t move.
The void stretched endlessly around us, dark silver mist curling beneath my feet like living smoke.
And standing across from me—
was myself.
Not almost.
Not similar.
Exactly.
Same face.
Same scars.
Same voice trapped beneath silence.
Except she looked… older somehow.
Not in age.
In knowing.
Her silver eyes studied me carefully, filled with something painfully close to exhaustion.
“You’re afraid of me,” she said softly.
I swallowed hard. “Shouldn’t I be?”
A faint smile touched her face.
“That depends.”
The mist shifted violently around us.
Far away—
something massive moved in the darkness.
Watching.
Waiting.
My stomach tightened. “What is this place?”
“The space between us.”
Her voice echoed strangely here.
Not through air.
Through
