Seraphina's POV
I crossed my arms tightly, my frown deepening as the Voice's cryptic words sank in. It wasn't just accusing me of being responsible for sending Electra back in time—again and again—but it had also claimed I was somehow tied to Electra's fate in this strange world, and then, the bombshell: this was a world *I* had supposedly created.
That last part, more than anything, made my stomach churn. How could I have created a world without even knowing it? Nothing about that made sense.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. "How could I create any of this? I don't even know how I got here!"
The Voice chuckled, the sound low and mocking, as if my confusion was a continuous source of amusement. "Ah, Seraphina. Denial suits you, but it won't help you now. Like I said, this world exists because of you, whether you remember it or not."
