Unwanted Ending 5

This same dream…

Was it a memory or a fragment of my imagination?

The scene before me was indistinguishable from the murky realms of a dream.

The soft, ethereal light that enveloped everything made the figures seem more like wisps of smoke than tangible beings.

Among these apparitions was a blurry woman, her features obscured yet unmistakably familiar, lying on what appeared to be a deathbed.

Her voice, though faint, carried a note of tenderness as she spoke. "Their names… That's right, mommy should give you your names at least, right?"

Her words were filled with a bittersweet fondness.

"My little boy, you shall be called Ryan, and my lovely girl, from now on your name shall be Roxanne… Hehe~ now our names all start with R's. It's quite the lovely thought, isn't it, Riley?"

Even as she spoke, her image flickered like an old film reel, and the details of her face remained frustratingly out of reach.