Haylie POV
I sat quietly on the wooden porch, the chair creaking softly beneath me as I gazed out at the sunlit expanse before me.
The golden rays fell gently on the lush green grass, making it shimmer like an emerald carpet. The daisies stood tall and proud, their white petals stark against the verdant backdrop, while butterflies danced gracefully among them.
It was no wonder they called this place Greenland—everything here seemed to radiate life, vibrant and untouched.
Yet, as beautiful as it was, a strange hollowness lingered within me. I could remember the day I arrived here, how the cold snow blanketed the ground and painted the world in white. But beyond that, my memories were a blur, a dark void I couldn't penetrate. Who was I before this? What did I love? Where had I come from?
All I had was a name—Haylie. But even that felt foreign, as if it belonged to someone else.
