"Youn—..."
"Young mis--..."
"Young miss!!"
With each attempt, the voices grew louder and more urgent, calling out to Schwi. In her slumber, she was lost in a realm of troubled dreams. Vague and disturbing images danced through her subconscious, leaving her feeling disoriented and unsettled.
Schwi suddenly awoke with a start, her eyes fluttering open. The first thing she saw was her personal maid, Lyra, who gazed down at her with a deeply concerned expression.
"Lyra?" Schwi's voice was still groggy, and she tried to push herself into a more upright position. A sharp headache surged through her head, making her wince.
"Young miss, thank the goddess you're awake," Lyra exclaimed with a mixture of relief and worry.
Schwi's brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of the situation. Her memories were fragmented, like pieces of a puzzle scattered in her mind.
