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Chapter 284 – The Shore of Forgetting

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-01 14:57:19

Eva’s Point of View

Warmth.

It’s the first thing I feel as the light brushes across my face, soft and golden like a lover’s kiss. I blink, eyes adjusting to the brightness, and slowly sit up. The sheets are cool and crisp, the mattress beneath me firm but comforting. I look around.

The room is bathed in sunlight, gently filtered through sheer white curtains that dance in the breeze. The walls are pale, almost ivory, and the furniture is simple—whitewashed wood, smooth lines, no clutter. A small vase with wildflowers sits on the windowsill. Everything feels peaceful.

But I don’t.

My heart beats a little faster as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. My bare feet touch the wooden floor, and something tightens in my chest. I don’t know where I am.

I don’t know who I am.

I walk slowly to the window, pulling the curtains aside. And then I freeze.

Stretching out in front of me is an endless beach. The sand is soft and pale, the color of moonlight, and the waves roll in like a
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