A New Chapter

The Princess of the Garden's voice remained silent across the space this time.

"... I remember you… You are me, aren't you?" the woman lying on her feathers suddenly asked, her eyes staring at Aerialia with bright intensity before swiftly shaking her head. "No, it's the other way around. I'm you."

Aerialia tried to open her mouth to speak. Still, she found that she couldn't, not because she had nothing to say, but as the woman lying comfortably on her wings stopped weeping and spoke with her, she slowly diminished in size and appearance, looking noticeably younger than before.

"No," Aerialia shook her head in disagreement, finally finding her voice. "You are not me. There is only one person you can be, which is you."

The woman, now transformed into a young girl, blinked in confusion. "I don't understand. After all, I'm a failed replica of you. If I'm not you, then I'm nobody," she responded.