[Nymeria's POV]
It was a fleeting memory from a time which she doesn't remember.
Nymeria usually tried to remember much of her past as most of them were haunting.
'…This place feels familiar.'
But right now, she was once again living one of those memories.
The World Tree loomed over her as she slowly began to walk in her colourful dream.
'I remember it now…it was from that time.'
Despite all her burdened memories of mental abuse from her mother…there was a time when she was normal.
A time when she didn't hate Nymeria like she does right now.
'No.'
She quickly shook her head, clenching her fists tightly.
'She loves me, she just doesn't know how to express it.'
She kept on repeating the same words again and again until her mind calmed down.
In this memory, everything felt warm.
Somewhere in the distance, she could hear laughter, a light and carefree one.
She followed the voice and saw a little girl running around. A flower crown in her hand.
