Serena's POV
"I still don't understand anything," I said, my voice tight as I faced the illusion.
"What do you mean?" the illusion asked
"You still haven't told me how to get my home back, my world back, that's the only reason I trusted you. So don't give me vague promises or pretty words," I snapped. "Tell me how now!."
"Clara," it said softly, its voice flowing like silk, "what did I tell you before?"
I clenched my fists. "To trust you."
"Yes," it hummed, pleased.
"But you've told me nothing," I said sharply. "Not a single real answer."
The illusion's glow pulsed, slow and deliberate.
"That's because you never asked me anything. I can't answer questions that haven't been said," it said gently.
Its voice lowered, intimate, irresistible.
"So if you want to know anything," it whispered,
"all you have to do… is ask."
"Haa… alright then," I said quietly. "How do I get back to my world?"
The illusion shimmered.
