The sky above Mira began to transform, revealing the exquisite tapestry of the dawn, bathed in hues of gold and crimson. The first rays of the seemingly artificial sunlight in this Realm tenderly reached out, brushing away the shadows and illuminating the path that lay ahead.
Each step Mira took seemed lighter, as though the sun itself was lending her its strength, allowing her to move forward unburdened.
She found herself in a meadow, lush and teeming with life, the vibrant green of the grass contrasting sharply with the dark cell she had just left behind. This was a realm of freedom and possibilities, a canvas awaiting the brushstrokes of her destiny.
Despite the apparent tranquility, Mira could not forget the chilling words of the man in the cell. "In the end, you'll always be alone." His voice still echoed in her mind, leaving a trail of frost over her newfound freedom.
Alone.
