Seraphina's POV
My eyes flew open, and for a moment, all I could hear was the frantic pounding of my heart in my chest.
I looked around for a while, wondering if I had somehow woken up in another strange world, but to my surprise, I was back in my room. My room.
The garden, the black-and-white world, my mother—it was all gone. It had been a dream. Just a dream, but the tightness in my chest, the lingering confusion, made it hard to believe. It had felt so real.
I sat up slowly, running a hand through my hair as I tried to arrange my thoughts. The images from the dream were vivid, refusing to fade like dreams usually did.
My family's house in Aldoria, the muted black-and-white world, my mother's younger face… and then Solara.
Solara.
Of all the things I had seen in that dream, she had to be the most confusing one, and the dream had felt oddly specific and far too detailed for my subconscious to conjure up randomly. And then there was that face—Electra's face.
