After saying goodbye to Ivan, Clarice went alone to the old district of Skeynia.
She stood before the weathered facade of her old home, studying the worn walls where the house number had long since disappeared. Despite its deteriorated state, the familiar sight stirred forgotten memories. Three years had passed since she'd walked away, believing she'd never return. Now here she was, standing on the threshold of her past.
Clarice took the key Merry had given her, opened the door, and slowly walked into the house.
The living room remained unchanged, its familiar furniture covered in a thick layer of dust. Yet when Clarice stepped into her old bedroom, she found herself in a startlingly different world. Her finger traced the surface of her desk, confirming what her eyes had already noticed
