Vincent/Vaelthor~
I woke up to a world that felt like a dream woven from wood and whispers. My eyelids fluttered open, heavy as if weighted with stones, and the first thing that hit me was the scent—sweet, like sun-warmed honey mixed with fresh rain on pine needles. It wrapped around me, comforting yet unfamiliar, pulling me from the depths of whatever void I'd been lost in. My body ached, a dull throb echoing through every muscle, but it was nothing compared to the fog in my mind. Who was I? What had happened? The questions swirled like smoke, elusive and choking.
Who am I?
