POV: Sienna Hayes (Partial), Omniscient Flashback
There are times the soul remembers long after the body forgets.
Moments carved into the blood, deeper than memory, brighter than pain.
This was one such moment.
On the outskirts of New Westport, three days after prom night.
The wind roared across the cliffs at New Westport, bringing the smell of moss, salt, and ash.
Trees leaned into the darkness, listening closely.
Mist moved through hollows like ancient breath.
Far from city lights and Council eyes, a cabin stood.
It was more stone than wood, older than its bones, quiet as a tomb.
Inside, Sienna lay on the bed.
She lingered between two worlds.
She was dressed in a simple white robe made of linen and silk.
The white represented purity, death, and rebirth.
Her hair
