When Elena woke from what felt like a deep slumber filled with strange noises and dreams that had nothing to do with her, she felt heavy and disoriented, as though her body had forgotten how to wake properly.
The last thing she should have remembered was what had caused her to fall. Why was she in this state? Was she dead? Had she survived? Where was she?
Those questions should have been the ones occupying her mind. Instead, an unnatural calm had settled over her, muffling the frantic thoughts that should have been screaming for answers. She stared blankly ahead, trying to make sense of what she had just witnessed in her dreams.
Memories, actually.
And they were not hers. She knew that much.
