As if by chance, in that moment, the light seemed to flicker.

The only thing she could do was to open her eyes to the sight. The light that had seemingly come out of nowhere flickered for a brief second. She would have outright missed the spectacle entirely if it wasn’t for that flicker in the blizzard’s gusts. Through that unending cold silvery clouds, a dim blue shimmer had spontaneously emerged before her with its cause being anyone’s guess. In that moment, she could do nothing but to watch that light glow brighter… as if it were calling out to her.

To think now that she was seeing things. After all that she had been through? All of those cold nights in Scandia? A measly prison that was this cold dark room was enough to make her go insane?

No. This wasn’t a mere hallucination. The light’s warmth had penetrated into the cage allowing her to feel the sensation of warmth after being numb to the touch for so long. That kind of feeling wasn’t something the mind can replicate so easily.

And speaking of which, she had seen this kind of light before.

Even now she kept trying to recall those times. A sight she had seen once before flashed in her mind’s eye. Crossing that main street of Chordia’s largest ward, spanning the length of a city block, was a library that shared architecture of once powerful, but ancient civilizations. And she was standing on its terrace overlooking the city, her hand was clenched onto something cold. A railing. Her center of gravity practically off of the ground and being carried entirely by that bar of steel alone.

And beside her was… someone. A person that she had the feeling she should know, yet she couldn’t parse who they were despite constant mental effort. That picture of a person with an outstretched arm pointing above was far too blurred in her mind. The only thing she could make out was herself following their arm to a single point in the night sky. With the thousands of stars above, that arm had merely pointed to a specific one.

But why, out of every other twinkling dots that encapsulated the sky, just that specific one?

Attempting to think anymore about it, however, sent numbing pains through her head that caused a sense of dizziness. If only… If only she could just maintain that scene then maybe, just maybe she would be able to understand the current moment, and especially to know what that blue light is. Why did it have to be so far out of her grasp?

That light was very much just like the image in her mind, an image she had forgotten. Yet that light grew brighter. Brighter by the second. Almost as if demanding to be acknowledged. For a brief second, she wondered, did the star that night in the faded memory shine just as bright as the light in front of her? Because at this moment, that blue light...

It was…

Utterly pretty.