Lily remembered that, just moments before her death, she had seen a golden sparkle in the corner of her vision.
In her final moments, she had seen Aether's pained expression, the anguish etched across his face as he watched her slip away. Then, the golden light had gradually consumed her vision.
She had thought that was how she was going to die, that the light was merely the last thing her fading consciousness could perceive. But instead, she had suddenly found herself beneath a bright, pristine sky, her body resting on soft, grassy ground as a gentle warmth spread throughout her limbs.
It had felt as though she were cradled in her mother's arms once more, sheltered from every sorrow and fear that had tormented her.
And just like that, wrapped in the comforting embrace of that familiar feeling, her vision had finally closed completely.
