Illusion Or Dream Or Reality?
The memory of the previous night's unnerving encounter lingered heavily in Lysandra's mind as she tried to settle into sleep on the second night.
Her son's voice, or what she believed to be Agonon's voice, replayed in her thoughts, stirring a tumult of emotions within her.
The vividness of the encounter made it impossible for her to dismiss it as a mere dream or a trick of her mind.
Lysandra lay on her bed, her eyes staring at the ceiling as she wrestled with the memories, trying to make sense of the impossible. She forced herself to calm down, hoping to find some respite in sleep.
However, just as she began to drift into slumber,
"Mother...I am waiting for you..."
The whisper, carrying the same familiar tone as before, jolted Lysandra awake.
She gasped, her heart pounding as she quickly sat up, her eyes darting towards the balcony. There, the same winged shadow stood, a silhouette that sent shivers down her spine.