Anthony's eyes fluttered open to the sight of an immense chamber, its vastness accentuated by an array of vivid colors that shimmered beneath the gentle radiance of the room's light.
Every hue seemed to dance and deepen, as though the very atmosphere magnified their brilliance.
Before he could fully absorb his surroundings, a sudden warmth enveloped him, arms and a familiar presence pulled him into a firm, tender embrace.
"Mom."
He murmured, his voice soft with emotion.
His arms rose instinctively, wrapping around her as he returned the embrace. A gentle smile touched his lips, and the slight tension in his gaze melted away, replaced by quiet relief.
It had been over a year since he last saw her, since he'd heard her voice. He had missed her deeply.
As Mitchelle held Anthony in her arms, he could feel the torrent of emotions pouring from her, raw and unfiltered.
Joy. Love. Fear. Pride. Anxiety.
