SERAPHINA’S POV

I look around me again, at the colorful, bright streets, the laughter, the children, and the hardworking individuals casually passing by, and then I look back at her in disbelief.

“What? Is it so unbelievable?” she asks with a playful smile and a raised brow, mocking my lowered jaw.

“This is Astria?”

“Yes. This is what Astria used to look like. We are in a memory,” she explains further.

It makes sense…

Actually, it doesn’t, but I attribute the logic of me ...