It was silent. Gloomy. And dark.
She was here again.
A shiver ran through her. Lucrezia's eyes widened at the sensation. She could feel the chill of the weather seep through her bones, and the memory tightened her stomach.
The pain within her chest lingered, although bearable. Perhaps she was here, but this time, she was truly here. Inside the memory, just like the other day.
Lucrezia swallowed. She stared at the castle that looked ahead, buried deep within the dark sky and a swirling mass of violet and iron lightning.
Again, she was drawn to it, like a pulse that matched the rhythm of her own—still calling her, seeking her by her name.
For a moment, Lucrezia didn't move, the strange wind tugging at the hem of her dress. An unsettling caw broke the silence, and her attention diverted towards the sound.
