Sia's mind swirled with confusion. "No… this can't be. You—"
"Yes," the figure interrupted gently. "I've always been with you. In every shadow, in every whisper. The one who pulled you into this world, the one who gave you the power to see beyond the veil."
Anthony looked at Sia, his eyes filled with concern. "Sia, what's happening? Who is this man?"
Sia's breath came in shallow bursts as she struggled to process his words. "I… I don't understand. I don't remember."
The figure stepped closer, reaching up to lower his hood. As the cloak fell away, Sia's breath caught in her throat.
Before her stood a man she had seen only in fragments of dreams, a face she had seen in the mirrors of her past—a face she had never forgotten but could never fully recall. He was tall, with dark, tousled hair and those same eyes—eyes that held secrets and sorrow.
"I am your past," he said softly. "And I am the key to your future."