The room was bathed in a soft, golden light as Arya slowly stirred from her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she appeared confused, as if waking from a dream.
However, the confusion quickly gave way to a profound sense of understanding.
As she sat up, her movements were deliberate and graceful. The power that had awakened within her seemed to fill her with wisdom beyond her years.
Her eyes, a mesmerizing blend of blue and yellow, radiated an otherworldly knowing. It was as though the centuries had condensed into this moment, and Arya was the vessel for ancient knowledge.
With a serene grace, Arya pulled the blanket from her body, revealing a simple, ethereal gown that seemed to shimmer with a faint, otherworldly glow.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, her bare feet making no sound on the floor as she took a few steps toward the mirror in the room.
