Dylan’s POV
As I gazed upon Mandy, lying motionless in the small cottage, my heart sank. I had hoped that a trip down memory lane would awaken her from this lifeless state, but she remained completely still, as if trapped in a deep slumber. Panic began to rise within me, and I desperately sought a way to bring her back to life.
Turning to the old lady, whom the villagers referred to as Whatnoe, I pleaded for answers. "Whatnoe, I did everything you asked of me," I said with desperation etched on my face. I needed her guidance, her wisdom, to save the woman I loved.
But instead of the reassurance I sought, Whatnoe's face was furrowed with a deep frown. It was as if she carried the weight of the world upon her shoulders. Her eyes, filled with knowledge and ancient secrets, bore into mine a
