I remember the dream, though the details are hazy and hard to explain.
If my memory serves me right, I was in a world of pure darkness. Nothing existed but me. In front of me stood a dark-looking throne, oozing with a malice so pure and evil there was no other word to describe it.
Seated on this malice-ridden throne was a figure, their form completely blurred, making it hard for me to tell what they looked like.
I was, however, able to tell it was a dress they wore, which meant the figure before me was likely a woman. After taking in my hopeless situation, I also realized a great force was keeping me tied to the ground, pinning me in place.
My heart beat faster with every passing moment as I consciously struggled to free myself from shackles I couldn't see.
Then came the voice from the figure. It was definitely female, but the fear it struck in me was not something I could ignore.
"Seraphina Monteli."
The voice called out my full name.
