TAHLIA
Several hours had passed since I woke from my soporous state. I observed myself in the mirror; a pale, nearly translucent mess with eyes a little more sunken and cheekbones a bit sharper than they’d been when I last saw my face three days ago.
I tried not to think of the other faces I’d seen, in my─ what did one call them? Dreams? Memories? Instead, I focused on fixing the wasp cocoon on my head, grappling with a brush to slowly work out the kinks in my heavily knotted hair.
A servant hovered behind me, trying to get my attention but like the whorls of a feather trapped in a tempestuous wind, it darted wherever those memories took me. As a result, I stared but didn’t see, heard but didn’t listen, my vision and mind eons away─ Or perhaps, decades?
I heard only faintly that s
