Elena's POV
As I lay in the half-light of dawn, my eyelids fluttering as sleep tugged at my consciousness, a gentle breeze whispered through the open window, carrying the scent of rain-soaked earth and the distant hum of waking life. But as the dreams unfurled, I found myself drawn into a darker realm, where shadows danced like spectres of my past.
In the dream, I was a baby, swaddled in a thick, fluffy blanket. The world around me was a blur of muted colours and indistinct shapes. The air was heavy with an unsettling stillness, the kind that pressed against my tiny chest, suffocating yet familiar. I could hear the distant echo of voices, but their words were lost, like the last remnants of a fading song.
Suddenly, the scene shifted. I was no longer an infant; I was standing alo
