I felt weightless as I drifted through the darkness, like I was floating in a void. When I woke up, I was in a room that looked eerily familiar. The fire crackled in the hearth, but it was on the wrong side. The bed, too, was positioned differently. It was like a mirror image of Zion's quarters, but something felt off. I rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of it all.

I could feel the room closing in on me, the shadows dancing around the flickering firelight.

“Zion?” I called ...