Clara's POV
My eyes fluttered open as consciousness returned. The pain was gone, but I was swallowed by darkness once more.
Just like before, a single door appeared ahead of me, spilling light into the void. Drawn to it, I pushed myself up and walked toward it. The moment I stepped through, my breath caught in my throat.
I was standing in the castle garden again.
Bathed in silver moonlight, it looked exactly as it had the last time I saw it—hauntingly beautiful, as if untouched by time. Awe rooted me to the spot, but confusion quickly clawed at me. How… how had I come here?
I turned back, but the door had already vanished, leaving me trapped.
I began to wander through the garden, weaving between flowers, searching for an exit. But no matter which path I chose, I always ended up in the same place. A chilling realization settled over me—I couldn't escape.
Resigned, I gave up trying and drifted aimlessly among the blooms, waiting for this illusion, this dream, to end.
