Natalia’s POV
I had strange dreams that night.
I dreamt that I was walking through a grotto. The walls were made of smooth stone that was damp and cool to the touch. Water dripped from somewhere overhead, the sound echoing in the quiet air. Above me, the full moon hung impossibly large and bright, casting pale silver beams through an opening in the rock.
The air smelled clean. Fresh. Like rain and wildflowers and something that I couldn’t put my finger on. It was the kind of scent that gave you nostalgia for your childhood, but you could never discern the source of it or the memories it elicited.
It was… comforting.
I kept walking, my bare feet splashing through shallow pools of cool, glistening water. I didn’t know where I was going, but I felt drawn forward. Like something was pulli
