I was standing in what looked like a long, shadowed corridor lined with stone. Moonlight spilled through arched windows, painting silver trails on the ground. The air was heavy with silence, but the kind of silence that waits—watches.
I took a step forward, the echo of my bare feet whispering through the halls. There was something familiar about this place, though I had never been here before. It was a castle. Grand and ancient. It thrummed with something beneath the surface… power, maybe…or memory.
A door stood open at the end of the hall, and I was strongly drawn to it, without hesitation I walked inside.
And froze for a moment , trying to figure out if I was hallucinating again or my mind was playing tricks on me.
There—standing in the center of the great chamber, was me.
Yes me,
