The Day That Should Not Have Been

"What were those visions? Was I… dead in one of them?"

Luna didn't respond immediately. Instead, she moved closer to me, her movements subtle and calm but charged with palpable intent, as if each step was carefully calculated. Her eyes, usually serene, reflected a flicker of mystery and compassion—but also something deeper, something I couldn't decipher. Before I could press her further, she raised a hand and gently placed her finger on my forehead.

"Don't rush, Ignis. The visions are just beginning."

The touch was brief, but its effect was devastating. A sharp pain coursed through my body, as if a lightning bolt had struck me from head to toe. I tried to scream, but my throat was paralyzed, unable to produce a sound. My knees gave way, and I collapsed to the ground, gasping for air as a wave of nausea overwhelmed me. I closed my eyes, trying to fight off the dizziness, but something stronger pulled me in.