“You have to remember, Meret. Remember who you are, my child. Remember.” A voice like the rush of an ocean spoke.

“Who are you?” Meret asked as she subconsciously turned feverently in her sleep. It felt like she wasn’t seeing anyone—like she was suspended in a dark, endless space. Yet, she was hearing voices.

“Who are you?” she asked again. “How am I supposed to remember when I don’t even know what to remember?” Panic surged through her as she spoke to the voice.

“You ...