Viktoria POV
In the dream, I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind sharp, westward breeze is blowing cold against my skin, tugging at my nightgown as if trying to pull me over the drop.
Below me, the valley stretches out like a dark wound in the earth, shadowed even though the sky above is strangely bright. A narrow path snakes through it, twisting between jagged rocks and thick clusters of trees. Dozens of people are running along that path, their footsteps frantic, their breaths coming in visible puffs of terror.
I can feel their fear as if it’s my own, a heavy pressure crushing against my windpipe. They glance over their shoulders at something I cannot see, something pursuing them with relentless hunger. And then, cutting through the chaos like a blade, a single name rings ou
