Kafziel felt the world blur and sway, a strange softness tugging at the edges of his consciousness. Colors were brighter than reality, yet gentle, like sunlight filtering through mist. Shapes moved and shimmered, indistinct at first, until one figure solidified before him—a radiant presence, glowing softly, almost ethereal.
Aniela stood there, her hair catching the light like threads of gold. Her eyes were warm, deep, impossibly calm. For a moment, Kafziel’s chest tightened. It’s… her. She’s here.
“So… it really was you,” he whispered, awe threading his voice. “You… saved me. Why… why?” His words trembled, heavy with emotion he didn’t fully understand.
Aniela tilted her head slightly, the glow around her softening even more. “What do you mean, why?” she asked, her voice musical, carryin
