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Megan POV

As I stood in the ethereal garden, the memories came rushing back to me like a flood breaking through a dam.

The scent of the flowers, the gentle breeze, and the surreal beauty of the place were all so familiar, though now tinged with a sense of déjà vu. It was as if I had returned to a dream I had forgotten.

And then, amidst the vibrant blooms, I saw them. “Gia? Thor?” I stammered, my voice trembling as I called out their names. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of shock, confusion, and overwhelming emotion. Gia, my dear sister who had been lost to time, and Thor, my brother, were standing before me, alive and well.

My mind spun with disbelief, conflicting thoughts clashing like waves in a storm. Gia was supposed to be gone, her absence a painful void that had haunted my every step.

And Thor, his loss had been a wound that had never fully healed, a heartache I had carried with me for so long. How could they be here, in this place??

The familiar faces of Gia and Thor