Zylia’s POV
“Mason… Killian… Raven…”
Their names tasted like ash on my tongue.
My voice barely reached the air. It broke apart, carried away by a wind that didn’t belong here.
I opened my eyes slowly. The world was silver. Not bright, not dark, just endless shades of moonlight bleeding into fog.
I tried to move, but the ground wasn’t solid. It rippled beneath me, glowing faintly as if it were alive. My heartbeat felt too loud, echoing through the air like it didn’t belong to me anymore.
“Where am I…” I whispered.
No one answered.
I only heard the echo of my own voice.
The trees around me weren’t real trees. They looked carved from light, their branches bending toward me, whispering in a language I couldn’t understand. Every sound carried memory, Killian’s voice in the field, Mason
