A hushed murmur reached Naria's ears, drawing her attention from the realm of dreams. "Mother..." The word danced on the frigid winter wind, leaving her perplexed and intrigued.
"Mother?" Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Mother of who?" she inquired, her voice laced with a blend of curiosity and trepidation.
"Please, let us come back... Let us come back..." The whispers persisted, their origin shrouded in uncertainty.
Startled, Naria jolted awake, her mind reeling from the ethereal encounter. "That was... peculiar," she murmured, her hand instinctively finding its way to her throbbing temples. The dream had felt unsettlingly real, a fragment from a distant reality.
Surrounded by scattered papers and newfound historical revelations, Naria couldn't shake off the unease that gnawed at her. Doubts swirled within her, questioning her own abilities and the enigmatic nature of her existence.
