And just like that, as Princess Felicia's memories flood into my soul, I feel it.
The breaths she took, the thoughts she carried.
The raw, unfiltered weight of her emotions...
Her anger, her thrill, her madness, even the sharp sting of her private embarrassments when she cringed at her own smile...
They rise now, all of them, swelling within me like flickering echoes from a life I never lived… and yet, somehow, I remember.
Sometimes the sensations are faint, like mist brushing against the edges of my mind.
But most of the time, they are so sharp, so achingly vivid, that the boundary between her and me begins to blur, as if I'm not simply recalling her past…
But living it.
Speaking her words.
Moving through her choices.
Bleeding through her fury and sorrow as though they've always belonged to me.
And now, now that her memories have begun to tangle with mine, woven together like golden thread stitched into my soul, I realize…
