POV: HaileyExhaustion finally pulled me to sleep, but peace remained out of reach. I found myself standing in a long corridor, surrounded by strange paintings and towering walls. I didn't recognize the place, yet something about it felt familiar.A scream shattered the silence, I turned just as flames burst through a doorway. Smoke filled the corridor, and the building shook beneath my feet, I tried to run, but my legs felt weak. Before I could call for help, a woman rushed toward me and pulled me into her arms.The moment she held me, I felt safe. She smelled faintly of roses, her hands trembled as she cradled my head, shielding me from the smoke.“My sweet moon,” she whispered.The words stirred something deep inside me. I looked up, desperate to see her face, but the smoke blurred her features, I could only make out her tearful eyes.“Who are you?” I asked, my voice sounded small and frightened.The woman froze. For a moment, she stared at me as though my question had broken somet
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