Every encounter with Scilla seemed to bring Lucian’s thoughts spiraling back to Meirah, a connection he couldn’t seem to sever despite his best efforts. He continuously reminded himself of their differences, emphasizing in his mind that their scents, their abilities, their very beings were worlds apart. Yet, Scilla’s actions, often uncanny in their similarity to Meirah’s, made it challenging for Lucian to maintain that distinction.
On this particular day, as Lucian observed Scilla’s movements, he found himself once again caught in the web of memories and comparisons. They were in the midst of the flourishing garden, surrounded by an array of colorful blossoms and lush greenery. Scilla, with a grace that oddly reminded him of Meirah, bent down to examine a particular pot of flowers.
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