Chapter 108 – The Twenty-Seventh Attempt
POV: Liora
The difference became obvious immediately.
Most memories arrived like broken glass.
Sharp fragments.
Disconnected moments.
Emotions without context.
Scenes without explanations.
I would see a face and somehow know I had loved them. I would witness a death and understand it mattered without knowing why. The memories always felt incomplete, as though someone had torn pages from a book and scattered them across centuries.
This memory wasn't like that.
That realization alone was enough to make me uneasy.
I sat alone in my chambers long after midnight, unable to sleep. The fortress had grown quiet hours ago. Even the guards outside had settled into the calm rhythm of the night.
I should have been resting.
Instead, I found myself staring into the darkness.
Thinking.
Analyzing.
Trying to understand the cycle.
The thought still haunted me.
If someone designed it, then someone understood it.
