490 The Mark

Alicia's mind raced, piecing together fragments of moments that had felt like distant echoes. The warmth of an embrace, the sound of laughter, tears shed in solitude, moments of intense fear, and a deep well of bravery—she recalled it all. The enigmatic experiences that had brushed against her consciousness during her year-long unconsciousness suddenly gained clarity. Could these sensations, these memories, be echoes of a past life?

As if sensing her internal struggle, Hunter's presence offered a steady anchor. He remained patient, allowing her to navigate the tide of emotions and revelations. Alicia's conflicted gaze flitted between the ancient writings and Hunter's intense eyes, seeking answers to questions that extended beyond the boundaries of logic.

A whisper of vulnerability edged into her voice. "Are these... memories? Or am I... imagining things?"