THIRD PERSON POV
Sofia stirred in her sleep, her dreams melting away as her consciousness returned to the present. The forest she had wandered through in her dream lingered in her mind, an ethereal memory she couldn’t shake. The moonlight filtering through the trees had seemed almost tangible, the air thick with the scent of pine and earth. She had walked with tentative steps, drawn toward the soft glow of a clearing. When she had reached it, her breath had caught in her throat.
The lake had shimmered under the moon’s silver gaze, its surface calm and reflective. The moon’s image had rippled as if alive, and then, impossibly, a woman emerged from its reflection. Dressed in flowing white, with jet-black hair that cascaded like a river and eyes the color of molten silver, she was otherworl
