Chapter 36: Visions of the Past
The nights had become restless for Anita. Each time she closed her eyes, the world around her seemed to twist, pulling her into a vivid dreamscape that felt both foreign and achingly familiar. The dreams weren’t just fleeting images or echoes from her imagination—they were fragments of history, memories not her own, woven together by the fox bead’s ancient power.
One night, as she lay in bed, the darkness of her room faded into a sprawling, fog-covered landscape. She was no longer in her bedroom; the world around her was ancient, draped in shadows and fading light. She saw a figure in the distance—a man, tall and regal, with piercing eyes that seemed to see through time itself. It was Jace, but older, his face more solemn and weathered, as if the years had carved deep scars into him.