The soft morning light filtering through the foliage of the Majestic Garden envelops the Frerini mansion in a soothing serenity.
Aelyne, as usual, busies herself silently, making sure that every nook and cranny is spotless before the household wakes up.
As she approaches the library, a half-open door catches her eye.
Curious, she gently pushed the carved wooden panel.
And discovered a small room she'd never noticed before.
The walls, covered in thick drapes, absorb almost all the light, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
As she stepped forward, a familiar, unpleasant sensation rose up inside her.
Dark drapes, no windows, limited space...
Everything reminds Aelyne of "cabinet de réflexion of the Ore Altae school.
The walls seem to be getting closer, the ceiling slowly lowering.
She tries to back away, but her legs refuse to obey her.
A cold sweat beads on his forehead as his heart races.
Memories come flooding back:
the total darkness, the deafening silence, the impossibility of moving comfortably.
She sees his young face again, marked by fear and determination, desperately looking for a way out.
Aelyne feels trapped again, as if time has folded in on itself.
She puts her hands to her head, trying to banish the images, to regain control.
But the more she struggles, the more anguish overwhelms her.
Suddenly, a gentle voice broke through the fog of her panic.
- Aelyne? Is everything all right?
It's Serae Liosta, the lady of the house, standing on the threshold, a worried expression on her face.
His benevolent presence acts as an anchor, bringing Aelyne back to reality.
She blinks, takes a deep breath, and manages to whisper:
- Oy... Sil, Serae-Kin. Don't... don't be sorry. Just a moment of dizziness.
Liosta approaches, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
- Take all the time you need. If you need to talk, I'm here.
Aelyne nods, grateful, but a dull shame gnaws at her.
She becomes aware of her scars, so vivid, ready to reopen at the slightest trigger.
And in this home where she has taken refuge, she fears that her inner demons will eventually betray the trust placed in her.
Aelyne, as usual, busies herself silently, making sure that every nook and cranny is spotless before the household wakes up.
As she approaches the library, a half-open door catches her eye.
Curious, she gently pushed the carved wooden panel.
And discovered a small room she'd never noticed before.
The walls, covered in thick drapes, absorb almost all the light, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
As she stepped forward, a familiar, unpleasant sensation rose up inside her.
Dark drapes, no windows, limited space...
Everything reminds Aelyne of "cabinet de réflexion of the Ore Altae school.
His breath becomes short.
The walls seem to be getting closer, the ceiling slowly lowering.
She tries to back away, but her legs refuse to obey her.
A cold sweat beads on his forehead as his heart races.
Memories come flooding back:
the total darkness, the deafening silence, the impossibility of moving comfortably.
She sees his young face again, marked by fear and determination, desperately looking for a way out.
Reality becomes blurred.
Aelyne feels trapped again, as if time has folded in on itself.
She puts her hands to her head, trying to banish the images, to regain control.
But the more she struggles, the more anguish overwhelms her.
Suddenly, a gentle voice broke through the fog of her panic.
- Aelyne? Is everything all right?
It's Serae Liosta, the lady of the house, standing on the threshold, a worried expression on her face.
His benevolent presence acts as an anchor, bringing Aelyne back to reality.
She blinks, takes a deep breath, and manages to whisper:
- Oy... Sil, Serae-Kin. Don't... don't be sorry. Just a moment of dizziness.
Liosta approaches, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
- Take all the time you need. If you need to talk, I'm here.
Aelyne nods, grateful, but a dull shame gnaws at her.
She becomes aware of her scars, so vivid, ready to reopen at the slightest trigger.
And in this home where she has taken refuge, she fears that her inner demons will eventually betray the trust placed in her.