Cherilyn Knights's Point Of View.
Later, I woke up to an unfamiliar sound — a strange, rhythmic melody unlike anything I had heard before. It was calming, almost hypnotic, like the wind weaving through trees, but different. Slowly, I sat up, while my head was tilting toward the source of the sound. That was when I noticed how bright the room was.
Natural light poured in through a massive window, filling the space with a warm, golden glow. For a moment, I just stared, my mind sluggish as I tried to piece together where I was. Then it hit me. I scrambled out of bed and ran to the window, pressing my palms against the cool glass as my eyes widened in disbelief.
The view before me was like something out of a dream. A vast, endless stretch of blue water sparkled under the sunlight, its surfa
