The fire crackled softly in the small burning place. Xi Feng lay still in her bed, her breath shallow, and then everything went quiet.
The fire dimmed. The room blurred, it was like she was pulled into a void.
Xi Feng stood barefoot in a field of tall grass, silver beneath a twilight sky. And then she saw her.
Standing among a vast garden with her back to Xi Feng, was a woman draped in a pale yellow shawl. Her Brown hair spilled down her back, caught slightly by the wind. The way she stood elegant, quiet, fierce in her stillness sent a jolt through Amira's chest.
"…Mother," she called, her voice happy. But then the scene was cut short and she was pulled in another. It was like a flicker, like a match lighting up in the dark part of her memory that was buried deep in her consciousness. The scent of coconut oil and fresh bread hit her, making her feel nostalgic she missed that sweet aroma.
Then—light.
