"Huh!" Karyan's eyes snapped open, and he found himself staring at a scene from a lifetime ago.
Karlin was there in front of him, spinning happily on the cold grass, his loud laughter was cutting through the air. "Look at me!" Karlin called out, urging Karyan to watch his carefree movements.
Sweat covered Karyan's forehead, beads fell down his face.
His eyes were wide with shock, his mouth agape.
His body refused to obey him; he was rooted to the spot, paralyzed by the intense familiarity of the moment.
It was like a deja vu, a memory replaying in real life.
Suddenly, Estera's voice pierced the calm, "Stop it!" she yelled, her tone was urgent.
Karlin paused, his joyful expression faded as he turned to look at Estera, standing with her hands on her hips, her brow furrowed in disapproval.
Karyan was still frozen, his mind raced like a ship in the sea, trying to avoid being crushed by huge waves.
