“Where the hell did that come from?” she asked.
Her eyes widened.
“I don’t know,” I admitted, shaking my head. “It’s just… something I know. A memory, maybe. The voice came to my mind. Like the voice of a mother.”
Lizbella frowned. “A memory? You said you don’t remember anything about your mom.”
“I don’t,” I said softly, my gaze drifting to the river. “But when I sang, it felt like… like she was there. Like it was her voice, not mine.”
Kieran stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “Do you know what the words mean?”
I nodded, a faint smile touching my lips. “It’s a goodbye. It means, ‘Live forever, pure soul. Your light is in the stars, never dim. May the water guide you home.’”
Lizbella blinked, her grey eyes soften, a soft smile on her pink heart lips. “That’s… beautiful.”
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