[Gale's POV]
I stared at the vibrant forest around me—the violet leaves, the shimmering grass, the impossible flowers—and tried to make sense of everything.
Was the memory of the Blazing Tribe just a dream I needed to remember? Was speaking with Prophetia while she revoked my bond to Ovelia, watching my soul shatter in the Goddess of Memory's dimension—was that all a dream too? And this—was this another layer? A dream inside a dream?
"If this is another dream," I murmured, more to myself than to them, my voice sounding strange in the too-perfect air, "then the twenty years of lost memory have returned to me. Have I been asleep for twenty years? It feels like my body is in a coma." I pressed my hands to my face, then lowered them. I looked past the fairy, past the woman with mismatched eyes, searching for something familiar. "Ovelia. I need to wake up. I need to see the others."
