𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏- 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇

CHAPTER 29

ALLIE'S POV

"ALESSANDRA."

That voice. It echoed through my mind, a soft yet powerful whisper that cut through the suffocating silence. It was the same voice I had heard before, though now it carried a weight that I couldn’t ignore.

"Alessandra."

Slowly, I opened my eyes, expecting to be greeted by the darkness of the dungeon—the cold, damp stone walls that had confined me for what felt like an eternity. But to my surprise, light spilled into my vision instead. Not the dim, flickering light I had become accustomed to, but a warm, radiant glow that seemed to embrace me with a gentle caress.

And then I saw her—a woman, standing before me, her presence as calming as the softest breeze. She was smiling, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place. The light surrounding her seemed to dance, reflecting the ethereal beauty that radiated from her every movement.

"Hello, Alessandra," she said, her voice like a melody—sweet, enchanting, and soothing all at once.

Her eyes were a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors, shifting with every blink—like the sun at dawn, the moon at twilight, the vibrant green of spring grass, and the deep, calming blue of the ocean. Each color seemed to tell a story of its own. And her hair—a blend of lavender and white—flowed like silk, shimmering with a light of its own.

She was stunning. But as I looked at her more closely, a jolt of recognition struck me.

"How… How do you look like me?" I asked, my voice trembling as the confusion swirled in my chest.

The woman’s smile softened, as if she had been expecting this question. "I am part of you, Alessandra," she replied, her voice filled with a sense of peace. "Come, let me show you everything."

Before I could speak again, she reached out and gently helped me to my feet. I noticed immediately that we weren’t in the dungeon anymore. The cold, oppressive atmosphere had been replaced by an open, expansive hall—a vast palace, where the air was warm and smelled of blooming flowers. The grandeur of the surroundings left me in awe.

"Where… Where are we?" I asked, taking in my new surroundings, still struggling to process everything.

"You will see," she said cryptically, guiding me through the sprawling hall.

As we walked, I noticed women dressed in flowing white gowns, their faces bright with joy. Some were dancing gracefully, others sang softly, their voices harmonizing like a choir of angels. A few women laughed and chased each other through the vast space, their carefree joy evident in their every step. Yet, strangely, none of them seemed to notice us.

"They look so happy and carefree," I murmured, my voice filled with wonder.

"Indeed," the woman replied, a nostalgic tone in her voice. "Look at her."

She pointed toward a woman dancing in the center of the hall, her gown billowing around her like a cloud. She twirled with a man, their movements in perfect synchrony. The woman’s face was radiant, her smile full of life and love.

As we drew closer, I gasped in shock. "That is you," I whispered in disbelief.

The woman nodded. "Yes. That was me, Alessandra." Her voice softened with a trace of sadness. "And this man…" She paused, her eyes filled with longing. "This man was Zisan."

Zisan. The name stirred something deep within me, like an echo from a distant memory. And then, I felt it—a sudden surge of recognition. The aura of the man in the dance, his energy—it felt so familiar, as though I had known him all my life.