I woke up to warmth.
Not the harsh, burning kind of warmth that came from battle or overexertion, but something softer—plush blankets, gentle lighting, the faintest scent of lavender lingering in the air. The mattress beneath me was almost too comfortable, like sinking into clouds, and for a brief moment, my mind refused to function beyond acknowledging the simple fact that I was here, wherever here was.
My body felt heavy. Tired in a way that didn't just come from lack of rest but from complete depletion. Every muscle ached with that deep, stubborn exhaustion that refused to fade, the kind that made even the thought of movement seem like an impossible task.
I exhaled slowly, blinking up at the ceiling.
White. Ornate. Familiar, yet not.
I turned my head slightly, taking in my surroundings.
A large, well-furnished bedroom. The lighting was soft, golden. Heavy curtains blocked out the windows, but I could tell it was morning.
Something felt… off.
