Kieran's POV
I couldn't look away.
The woman, no, the being, stood like a radiant memory, not quite real, but more present than anything I had ever known.
Her hair danced in a wind I couldn't feel, long and silver white like moonlight liquified. Her skin was porcelain, but not cold, it glowed faintly like soft embers beneath the surface. And her eyes, those eyes.
They held galaxies within them. Pools of ancient power, rimmed in crimson, filled with something that shook me to my very core.
Grief.
She didn't speak. She didn't need to.
Because when she looked at me, I felt her.
And then I couldn't move.
I was trapped. Floating now in an abyss. Like time itself had stilled. The sky warped and spiraled, and the stars bled red.
I wanted to say something. Anything.
Who are you?
Where is this?
How are you related to Lorraine?
But my mouth wouldn't move. My body wouldn't obey.
Then I saw it.
A glimmer at the corner of her eye.
A single tear.
