Myrra is in a dream.
A beautiful dream she's had ever since her father was assassinated.
This dream starts with her being in her previous home, and living a fun and happy life with her dad, who's very much alive in the dream.
Her dad would hunt for their food and prepare their meals, as Myrra happily assisted in the kitchen.
She was told her mother never made it through the delivery when having her, so it's always been her and her father.
She also has no idea what her mother looked like when she was alive. But at least she could remember her father this way.
Thats why this dream had always been about her and her father, and all the beautiful and impactful moments in memory they shared, which her young mind had been able to retain.
Myrra sat on the porch of her old home, enjoying her favorite part of this dream sequence, where she watched her father chop logs of wood into usable bits, with a chop chop sound resonating through in calming nostalgia.
