Rosalind awoke, feeling as though she had just emerged from a very, very long dream. She stretched her body and was amazed at how light and refreshed she felt.
The room around her was softly lit by the gentle morning sunlight, casting a warm and welcoming glow. Rosalind blinked as she looked around, taking in her surroundings. It all seemed familiar, yet distant as if she had forgotten something important.
As she gazed at the room's familiar items, a sense of recognition washed over her. A sense of nostalgia tugged at her heart, and she couldn't help but feel like she had left something behind.
Then it all came flooding back, like a sudden burst of clarity.
She remembered what had happened. Her fight with Dorothy, the injuries, the barrier, and her last action were caused by her desperation. The memory hit her like a lightning bolt.
And then it struck her with a chilling realization—she had died!
She had died!
