C82 THE REBIRTH OF THE DARKNESS

Elara woke up to the quiet.

Not the calm type, but the kind that hummed and vibrated under her skin, as if the air itself were remembering something it shouldn't.

She blinked.

A lovely, white light came through a broken glass ceiling. The scent of jasmine lingered in the air. Her head hurt. Her body felt heavy.

"Where..." she muttered, her voice barely a breath