Nesrin dreamt.
She saw herself walking through the shadows of unknown hallways, there was a golden ivy tied to her little finger and it led her into a beautiful chamber. Her memories of the dream were already fading, but she could still remember the mystical chamber full of life.
There were whispering shadows but they didn't harm her, instead, the shadows told her a story.
Her sleepy eyes blinked as they stared at the cinders in the fireplace. They dimly flickered as the fire within faded into the cold morning, leaving nothing but a trial of dying smoke.
Nesrin turned to her side, wincing at the sharp pain that shot over her neck. She reached her fingers out to feel the cause of such sudden pain, her fingers returned with traces of red.
Amidst the redness, an obsidian ring rested around her index finger.
