The morning light softly pierced through the castle window, illuminating the cold, slick black marble floor. The blue flame in the fireplace had died out since the night before, leaving behind faint embers that barely made a sound. Sylvia slowly opened her eyes, letting the silence welcome her awakening consciousness.
No dreams.
She sat up on the bed and let out a quiet sigh. The morning air carried the familiar scent of mushrooms and dew from outside, mingling faintly with the smell of damp earth and metal the scent of a world long destroyed, now trying to rebuild itself. Out there, the world hadn't stopped spinning, and life continued on in its new form.
