Aelyne opens her eyes,
but everything around her seems a blur.
She finds herself in a familiar yet strange landscape, where lakes glisten in the golden sunlight.
The islands, scattered here and there, seem to float on the water, while a gentle breeze makes the leaves of the trees dance.
She walks along the shore, her bare feet in the hot sawdust, not really understanding how she got there.
At her side, a small, warm hand slipped into his.
Looking down, she sees Ilinae looking up at her with a radiant smile.
The child's eyes shine with a special gleam, as if she holds a precious secret.
Aelyne felt a deep connection, and a sensation of peace and serenity came over her.
They stop near a tree, its branches reaching skyward.
Aelyne sits down, leaning against the trunk, and takes Ilinae on her lap.
The little girl snuggled up to her.
The young Trykette begins to sing softly.
The words flow from her lips like a soothing stream.
She feels a wave of memories wash over her.
Every word of the nursery rhyme resonates within her, reviving fragments of her lost memory.
She remembers running on the pontoons, laughing with her friends and sharing moments of joy around the fire.
Images flash through her mind, mingling with the melody of the nursery rhyme.
Ilinae, her eyes closed, seems absorbed in the music.
Her small hand squeezes Aelyne's, as if to convey her strength.
Aelyne felt a deep connection with the child, and a sensation of peace and serenity came over her.
Suddenly, a light chirp echoes through the air.
Aelyne opens her eyes and finds herself in the bedroom, her heart pounding.
Then she realized she'd been dreaming.
The chirping comes from the cradle beside her bed.
Ilinae, the baby in her care, is awake and seems to be calling softly to her.
As she takes Ilinae in her arms, Aelyne feels a deep connection, as if an invisible bond unites them.
Memories flood back, like a river returning to its banks after a long drought.
She gets up, determined to rebuild her life.
but everything around her seems a blur.
She finds herself in a familiar yet strange landscape, where lakes glisten in the golden sunlight.
The islands, scattered here and there, seem to float on the water, while a gentle breeze makes the leaves of the trees dance.
She walks along the shore, her bare feet in the hot sawdust, not really understanding how she got there.
At her side, a small, warm hand slipped into his.
Looking down, she sees Ilinae looking up at her with a radiant smile.
The child's eyes shine with a special gleam, as if she holds a precious secret.
Aelyne felt a deep connection, and a sensation of peace and serenity came over her.
They stop near a tree, its branches reaching skyward.
Aelyne sits down, leaning against the trunk, and takes Ilinae on her lap.
The little girl snuggled up to her.
The young Trykette begins to sing softly.
The words flow from her lips like a soothing stream.
She feels a wave of memories wash over her.
- Antaal yubo lor, thik al mat,
Tryk al gan, ryal al rya,
Ad attee, seel nata,
Wil velde lor, toll naw.
...
Every word of the nursery rhyme resonates within her, reviving fragments of her lost memory.
She remembers running on the pontoons, laughing with her friends and sharing moments of joy around the fire.
Images flash through her mind, mingling with the melody of the nursery rhyme.
Ilinae, her eyes closed, seems absorbed in the music.
Her small hand squeezes Aelyne's, as if to convey her strength.
Aelyne felt a deep connection with the child, and a sensation of peace and serenity came over her.
Suddenly, a light chirp echoes through the air.
Aelyne opens her eyes and finds herself in the bedroom, her heart pounding.
Then she realized she'd been dreaming.
The chirping comes from the cradle beside her bed.
Ilinae, the baby in her care, is awake and seems to be calling softly to her.
As she takes Ilinae in her arms, Aelyne feels a deep connection, as if an invisible bond unites them.
Memories flood back, like a river returning to its banks after a long drought.
She gets up, determined to rebuild her life.