Liana shouted, stumbling forward as the petals floated down like snowflakes.
She didn't stop.
She ran. Chasing after them.
"Come back!!" she yelled, her voice breaking. "Please—!!"
Her bare feet moved quickly across the soft grass, weaving through the trees, and into an open field glowing with golden twilight. The sky above was oddly still — no clouds, no sun — just a heavy silence pressing down on her chest.
Then she stopped.
She saw it.
Five graves.
Simple stone markers stood in a quiet row, surrounded by wilted flowers. Each one had no name. No carving. Just the heavy feeling of loss.
Liana sank to her knees. Her breath caught in her throat. Her fingers shook as she reached out toward the nearest grave.
"No… no, no… this isn't real…"
She clutched the cold dirt, tears flowing at last.
"Why…? Why am I seeing this…?"
A whisper answered her.
"Because you're afraid."
Liana spun around quickly.
There was no one.
Only the wind… and the petals swirling around again.
