Prologue
Prologue
Something is wrong with this feeling.I wake up before I open my eyes.Like I already know I shouldn’t be here.The room is quiet. Too quiet. Even my breathing sounds unfamiliar, like it doesn’t belong to me.I sit up slowly.Everything looks normal.That’s what makes it worse.Because normal never felt like this before.There’s a faint ache in my chest, like I’ve been running for hours even though I haven’t moved. My hands feel cold. My thoughts feel… heavy.And then I notice it.A memory I can’t place.A voice I can’t remember.A place I’ve never been—yet I can see it so clearly it almost hurts.I whisper to myself, trying to make it stop.But it doesn’t.It never does.And somewhere deep inside me, I feel it again—like something is waiting for me to remember.
