Mathilda’s POV

Three days later.

A blinding light pierced through my eyelids, forcing me to open my eyes slowly.

"Mathilda!"

Immediately, a voice so familiar made my chest vibrate. My mother and father were in front of me, with smiles as radiant as the spring sun. Both embraced me tightly: warm, real, as if time had never separated us.

A gentle breeze stroked my face. When I realized it, we were in the middle of an endless meadow, with wildflowers dancing under the sunlight.

"Mom, Dad… where ar