Dennise’s Point of viewAt first there was only the sound, a soft, endless hum that lived between silence and heartbeat. I did not know where I was.I did not know who I was.Then came the smell. Iron, rain, lilac. A sweetness that belonged to neither heaven nor rot.I tried to move, but my body did not belong to me yet. It was as if I were carved from marble heavy, perfect, and immovable. My mind floated somewhere above me, like a cloud trying to remember where the ground used to be.I didn’t dream this time. Not forests, not mirrors, not faces. Just a crimson haze and the whisper of a voice I didn’t recognize anymore, calm, cold, promising:“Sleep, my creation. When you wake, the world will bow.”And so I slept.When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was light.Not the weak yellow of candles, nor the warm spill of dawn but the kind of light that could have burned angels out of the sky. Yet it didn’t hurt. It kissed my skin like a welcome.I sat up slowly, the sheets sliding d
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