When she opened her eyes, the sky didn't look right.
The colors were strange.
The wind was cold—but unfamiliar.
And the waves… they whispered things she couldn't understand.
She was lying on the sand, wearing a dress that wasn't hers—too loose, torn in places, as if it had a story she didn't know.
Her hair was a mess. Her feet were bare.
Her mind… completely blank.
No name.
No memory.
No idea who she was.
But the whispers started the moment she woke up.
Soft. Distant.
Some calling to her. Some warning her.
She stood slowly, unsure. The world around her felt too real and too wrong at the same time.
As if it didn't follow the same rules as the world she came from.
As if… it had been waiting.
Waiting for her.
She doesn't know why.
She doesn't know if she belongs here.
Or if she's just a mistake in someone else's story.