Adina's POV

The sun was yet to rise, and the world was a canvas of deep, ethereal grays. I stood in the middle of a forest, the air thick with a cold, damp mist that clung to my skin and obscured the world around me. The silence was a heavy, suffocating blanket, broken only by the sound of my own quiet breaths.

My mind, a confused, questioning presence, was trying to make sense of what was happening. This wasn't a memory; it was a dream. But it felt real. Too real. I looked around, my gaze ...