Chapter 117. A Mother’s Farewell

Anastasia POV

Once again, I find myself having a prophetic dream about the future. This dream is more vivid than any other, filled with colors and emotions that feel almost real. My mother, Annabella, is present once more, her figure radiant and serene. She is pregnant, and a soft light emanates from her skin, giving her an almost celestial aura. Her flowing blonde hair dances like waves in the sea, catching the light in a spectacle of gold and silver. The room she is in is a charming nursery, decorated with delicate baby ornaments, small stuffed animals, and a music box playing a soft, familiar melody—the one she used to sing to me when I was little.

Annabella gently caresses her large belly, her fingers lovingly gliding over the stretched skin in an act of affection and protection. She hums a song whose rhythm is hypnotic, though the lyrics escape me. I am mesmerized by the scene, a feeling of nostalgia and longing filling my heart, making the moment bittersweet. It is