Rachael walked along the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps echoing in the silence. Her heart felt heavy with the weight of truth she had just learned. The realization that there was an alternate version of herself, destined to be Icarus' bride, left her feeling hollow and desolate.
As she continued down the corridor, the walls seemed to close in around her, suffocating her in their oppressive embrace. The paintings that adorned the walls, once vibrant and full of life, now appeared faded and distant, mirroring the melancholy that consumed her soul. How could it be possible to have a duplicate self, living a life so different from her own?
