Liora. The second outline had tears welling up in my eyes. The image outlined a familiar space, one that I could recognise even with my eyes closed, and looking at it, my fingers trembled slightly as I caressed the images. No wonder that the moment I had stepped onto the private island, I had been washed by a sense of familiarity. The flowers, the house, the swing, and the lake- they had all seemed like pieces of a puzzle, closing in on a game I hadn't even known I had been playing. The second image was captured on the very island that I was on, just a few meters from where Soren and I were seated. From the outline, I was seated on the swing, a princess Tiara placed on my head, a wide smile playing on my lips, and next to me stood my mother, a warm smile plastered on her lips. I seemed to have been celebrating my birthday, all happy, surrounded by love and warmth, without the slightest care for the world. Who knew that years later, my perfect world would be overturned and
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