Chapter 89: Echoes of the Past

Lyra's POV

I float in a sea of nothingness, my consciousness untethered from my physical form. The ritual's aftermath has left me suspended between life and death, adrift in a realm beyond mortal comprehension. Here, in this liminal space, the barriers of time and reality blur into meaninglessness.

Suddenly, I'm yanked from the void, hurled through a kaleidoscope of memories and experiences not my own. Past lives, I realize with a jolt. Echoes of who I once was, spread across the tapestry of time.

I see myself as a Fae princess in a realm of eternal twilight, my laughter ringing through crystal spires as I dance with shadows. In another life, I'm a fierce werewolf alpha, leading my pack through blood-soaked battlefields against an encroaching darkness. 

With each vision, a piece of a vast cosmic puzzle clicks into place. I begin to understand the true scope of the Weaver's machinations, a game played out across centuries, perhaps millennia.

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