Rosemary
When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the cottage anymore.
The world around me was shrouded in shadows, the air cold and heavy. I stood in a vast, barren landscape, the ground beneath me cracked and blackened as if scorched by fire. A pale, silvery mist clung to the air, swirling around my feet like living tendrils. The sky was a churning mass of dark clouds, shot through with streaks of violet lightning that illuminated the desolation in brief, eerie flashes.
“Where am I?” I whispered, my voice trembling as it echoed into the emptiness.
You already know, a voice answered. It was my voice - but darker, colder, laced with a venomous edge that sent shivers racing down my spine.
I spun around, my breath catching as I came face-to-face with… myself. Or, rather, a twisted version of
