An ocean. A beach. The sound of waves lapping against the black sandy shore.
A hollow yearning; a deep grief.
A hand, flicking a small yet dangerous blade into the air.
Golden eyes – not human.
Anger – fury – guilt – and a terrible powerlessness.
A cavern. Blue, luminous pools.
A young woman. Her smile. Her laugh. Her fear.
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A flash of silver-white hair.
A severed head, held high above a crowd.
Windows of blinding light.
And a monster – climbing, coming for him, coming for them, clawing through rock and--
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Which of the following flashes of memory sound most intriguing to you?
