Darkness enveloped me, but within it, fragments of light flickered—memories, dreams, or perhaps hallucinations.
I stood in the Upper City, its towers gleaming gold, interconnected by bridges adorned with hanging gardens. Calian was beside me, dressed in white and gold, his hand gently holding mine. We overlooked a vast city, rivers weaving through buildings, the sun casting a warm glow.
Suddenly, the scene shifted. I was in the Lower City, corridors dimly lit, walls stained and crumbling. Jerard appeared, his face a mix of sorrow and urgency. He reached out, but I couldn’t grasp his hand.
Another shift. A man stood before me, his features unfamiliar yet comforting. “Father?” I whispered, but his face blurred, fading into mist.
Back at the tower, Calian’s eyes met mine, filled with long
