Mara stared at the shape that rose from the ruins of memory. And the shape stared back. Same face. Same eyes. The same scar over the left eyebrow. Even the same way to breathe. For a moment, Mara had the feeling of seeing a mirror. But then the stranger smiled. And that smile wasn't her.Silver light went over the square. The broken fragments of memory floated around the shape like Stars. Every shard contained memories. Millions of them. Childhood. Wars. Love stories. Goodbye. Everything was about the woman with Mara's face. It's like it's their center.‘No’ Lyra was the first to speak. And for the first time, her voice sounded like a human. Not like a legend. Not like an ancient guard. Like someone who was afraid. Real fear. “That’s impossible.” The woman looked at her. Gentle. Almost loving. “Hello, Lyra.” Lyra took a step back. Then another one. “You’re gone.” “Was I?” The answer was friendly. Too friendly.Mara felt something in her chest. Pull.
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