Chapter Seventy-Eight: These Sparks?
Aurora POV:
As I blinked my eyes open, the world was a blur, a swirling mass of colours and shapes that slowly merged into the ornate patterns on the ceiling. My head throbbed with a relentless pounding as if something was trying to break through, demanding to be acknowledged. A shadow of confusion and fear loomed over me, but a familiar voice reached my ears before I could grasp it.
"Marina, dear, how are you feeling? What happened?" Clara's voice was tinged with concern, her face hovering above mine, eyes wide and filled with worry.
"I... I don't know," I stammered.
The words felt heavy and foreign in my mouth. The room was a sumptuously decorated chamber filled with soft cushions and luxurious fabrics, but it felt alien to me. I tried to sit u
