Cassiopeia, now Cassy in her original world, slowly opened her eyes. The brightness of the room momentarily disoriented her, the sterile white walls of a hospital room coming into focus. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Beeping machines and the faint smell of antiseptic filled the air.
For a moment, she lay there, confusion clouding her mind. Her memory was a blur, a muddled mix of images and feelings she couldn't quite grasp. She tried to remember how she got here, but the effort only deepened her confusion.
Cassy tried to sit up, her movements slow and unsteady. She noticed the IV drip attached to her arm, the tubes and wires a stark contrast to the flowing gowns and grand halls that seemed to linger at the edge of her consciousness.
The room was empty, devoid of
