Emry’s POVSleep did not come gently. It dragged her down like the undertow of a black tide, and when she opened her eyes again, she was no longer in the crumbling tower.Moonlight lay heavy over a field of white flowers — the kind that bloomed in the valley near their old home, petals trembling in a wind that didn’t exist. The air hummed faintly with power, thick and luminous. When she breathed, it tasted like memory.“Emry.”The voice came from behind her — soft, aching, familiar.She turned. Her mother stood a few paces away, hair like silvered dusk, eyes calm but threaded with sorrow. Seren looked exactly as she remembered and not at all — her light dimmed around the edges, her outline wavered, like something half reflected in rippled glass.“Mother.” The word broke in her throat. “You’re alive.”Seren smiled, and the sound of it was almost laughter, almost grief. “Alive enough. The Bloodwood steals life, but not love. Love endures in every root, every echo.”Emry stepped closer,
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