Seraphina woke with a start, her heart pounding as if it wanted to escape her chest. The remnants of the dream clung to her mind. She met him again, that mysterious man.
She sat up in bed, her hand resting on her chest where she had felt the glow, the light. But now, the room was shrouded in the darkness of the night hours, and any sign of magic was gone.
She exhaled deeply, trying to shake off the dream's lingering hold. Why did this keep happening? Why did the same man return, night after night, growing more vivid each time? And who was he? His voice had been so familiar, yet she couldn't place it.
Her mind swirled with questions as she pushed herself out of bed. The air was cool, and she felt the slight chill against her skin as she wrapped a thin robe around her shoulders.
