Lilith POV
Lilith was dreaming.
She knew she was dreaming because the world around her was painted in shades of silver and grey that did not exist in real life, and because the air tasted like smoke and lavender and something ancient she could not name. She was walking through a forest she had never seen before, where the trees grew so tall their branches disappeared into mist and their roots twisted across the ground like sleeping serpents.
Come to me, child.
The voice was a whisper that wrapped around her ribs and pulled. Female. Old. Familiar in a way that made her chest ache even though she had never heard it before in her life.
You have been asleep too long. It is time to wake up.
