Kapitel 73: Chapter Seventy-three

The room was dimly lit, the only sound was the soft hum of the flickering candles that lit up the space. Mia lay tangled in her bedsheets, her body frail and weak, wracked with fever.

"Mia, please, you have to get better," her mother said, her voice trembling. "You're scaring us."

Mia's eyes flickered open, her vision blurry and unfocused, her eyes sunken and tired, and her mind clouded by the vivid visions that had been plaguing her for days. She tried to speak, but her voice was barely above a whisper. "I-I...I can't...," she stuttered, her mouth dry and cracked.

Each vision of Ariana felt like a dagger plunging into her already fragile mind, tearing at her sanity with relentless force. She clutched her head in agony, her fingers tangling in her disheveled hair as she tried to banish the haunting images from her consciousness.