I woke up slowly, the world around me hazy and strange, as if drifting up through water. The room was dim, only a soft chill in the air hinting at dawn. The faint light slipped through drawn curtains, illuminating the space with a cold, muted glow.
I blinked, struggling to recognize my surroundings until a flood of memories surfaced—the memories of this body, of a past I didn't want. This was my room. Mine… and Caera's room in the past.
The bed was draped in thick, rich sheets, woven with the intricate, old designs this family seemed to favour. The walls were lined with ornate frames, painted in delicate gold, and shelves filled with items that carried no meaning to me but were familiar all the same. It was a room fit for nobility, grand but somehow hollow.
Then, I felt the faintest touch of warmth near me. Turning my head, I saw her.
