In the village of Tulan, Nyssa slept in Zuleika's hut throughout that night. Zuleika noticed the girl slept more often, as if she tried to pass time.
She couldn't blame her. She knew nothing and no one. So she found solace in her sleep.
Then morning arrived, pulling Nyssa gently out of sleep.
Her lashes fluttered open and her eyes stared awake. She did not move.
She lay still on the woven mat, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling of interlaced palm and wood, listening to the quiet hum of a world she did not recognize. Voices drifted from somewhere beyond the hut, the rustle of leaves and the distant, rhythmic splash of water.
Everything felt… new and empty.
Her chest tightened faintly. It was hard living when nothing seemed to make sense to you and no memories came.
Only that hollow, echoing space where something should have been, like a missing piece, that if not fixed, everything would not make sense.
"You're awake."
