Amara’s POV
It was all dark. Still. Quiet.
I drifted through emptiness, neither breathing nor walking. No discomfort. No weight. No ideas. Just silent.
Then I heard a sound.
A faint murmur.
My name is being called.
"Amara..."
I looked in the direction of the sound, but it was gone. Just dense fog encircling me. It had an ash and moonlight scent. Even though I didn't feel my legs move, I took a step forward.
There were shapes in the fog. Shadows are like memories that are just waiting to be recalled.
In front of me was a woman. She had a straight back. Her beautiful silver hair cascaded down her back like water. Stars glittered on her robe. She resembled me exactly. But more senior. More powerful. Smarter.
I let out a gasp. "Who... who are you?"
She pivoted. Her eyes shone bright
