Rohzivaan's breath hitched as he tried to sit up, his body aching in ways he couldn't understand.
His surroundings were bathed in golden lights and light orbs flickering in the air like living embers.
The scent of flowers and morning dew clung to the space, the walls woven with vines that pulsed with a quiet luminescence. It was a paradise, but not one he recognized.
The woman sitting on the couch near his bed held an old book in her delicate hands, her fingers slowly flipping through the pages as if she had all the time in the world.
She had long, wavy silver hair that cascaded down her back, shimmering under the soft glow of the room. Her eyes, a piercing shade of violet, flicked up from the pages to meet his.
"Who are you?" Rohzivaan's voice was hoarse, his throat dry. His instincts screamed at him, warning that something wasn't right, yet there was a strange familiarity about her.
The woman chuckled softly, a sound so light and melodic it sent shivers down his spine.
