Anastasia pov

　　"Everly, are you alright?" I quietly ask in my mind. The sun invades the room with the morning light, filling it with a soft, golden glow. The first rays pass through the half-open curtains, casting diffuse shadows on the walls and creating a dance of light across the room.

　　I feel my mind quiet as if it is in a state of serene rest, but I know Everly is still here with me. Her presence is faint, almost like a distant echo, but I can still sense ...