The darkness presses in from all sides, suffocating and absolute. I drift in this endless void, my thoughts muddled and fleeting like disturbed smoke. Am I dead? Has my weary soul finally been released from its mortal shackles?
A faint pinprick of light pierces the gloom, steadily growing brighter until it blossoms into a warm, inviting radiance. I feel myself being drawn towards it, my ethereal form buoyed by unseen currents.
As the brilliance envelops me, shapes begin to materialize out of the haze. Ghostly arbors and verdant meadows coalesce around me, awash in a dreamy, golden aura. I seem to be in some tranquil glade, the air perfumed with the sweet fragrance of a thousand wildflowers in perpetual bloom.
"Rosetta..."
The whisper on the breeze is so faint I barely catch it at first
