Author's note: This is from Seraphina's point of view
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I was sitting on the lounging chair in the sunroom with the goal to calm down and think. I had too many tasks to tackle and I needed to prioritize them.
My turbulent thoughts prevented me from noticing the beauty of the lush plants around me, or the mesmerizing dance of colors made by the sun rays that caressed the mosaic glass we picked to resemble the one in my father's home.
My memories came back two days ago, and I am overwhelmed.
At first, I was happy to be able to regain what was lost, but then I was surprised to see that no matter how much I tried, some of the doors in my mind wouldn't open. I could only assume that those were my memories from when I was a young child. Each of those doors had some eerie silvery light emanating from it that reinforced my father's theory: someone sealed my memory with magic.