Megan POV

As I stood in the ethereal garden, the memories came rushing back to me like a flood breaking through a dam.

The scent of the flowers, the gentle breeze, and the surreal beauty of the place were all so familiar, though now tinged with a sense of déjà vu. It was as if I had returned to a dream I had forgotten.

And then, amidst the vibrant blooms, I saw them. “Gia? Thor?” I stammered, my voice trembling as I called out their names. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of shock, confusion, and overwhelming emotion. Gia, my dear sister who had been lost to time,...