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Isolde jolted upright, her breath coming in frantic gasps. A soothing yet unfamiliar voice reached her ears, attempting to calm her racing heart.
“You are okay,” it said gently. Disoriented, she whispered, her voice barely audible, “Why am I here?” The world around her seemed to blur and swirl, the disorienting whirlpool threatening to pull her under.
But just then, as if a floodgate had been breached, her mind was inundated with images and emotions from a distant past, rushing back with an unstoppable force. Her vision blurred momentarily, and suddenly, her life unfolded before her eyes like a chaotic storm.
Her children’s laughter echoed in her mind, intermingling with memories of her husband’s warm embrace. The faces
