What just happened?
Aether wasn't sure… It felt... it felt like he had just woken from something far deeper than sleep.
A dream?
A vivid, burning vision that clung to his mind like smoke curling around his thoughts, refusing to fade.
"N-No… They are not dreams," Aether whispered, barely audible, his breath trembling as his hands continued to shake. The sensations were still there—the fire, the screaming chaos, the endless swirl of emotion and pain.
He could still feel it all… the rage, the despair, the helplessness… the deaths. So many deaths.
He felt everything, raw and unfiltered, as if his very soul had lived through them firsthand.
As if... as if-
"Aether?"
The soft voice snapped through the haze.
He flinched violently at the sound of his name, like it had dragged him back from the edge of some abyss.
The whirlwind in his mind stopped instantly, like a curtain being yanked shut.
