The scent reached me before I stepped fully into the room - a golden warmth wafting in layers of butter and sweetness, curling around my senses like sunlight.
Elune stood beside the breakfast table, her apron dusted lightly with flour, placing a final croissant on a white porcelain plate. Four others rested on a silver tray, arranged like a small offering. Beside them, Elune's homemade strawberry jam, pale honey, and freshly frothed milk in a blue ceramic cup. I hadn't noticed the blue cup before. It matched the color of the sky in my dream.
"You're right on time," she said, turning with a smile that could have belonged in any morning of my old life - if that life had ever truly existed.
"Why do I feel like I just came home from a long travel?" I murmured, stepping barefoot across the room. "And you remembered the jam."
"Of course," she said gently. "It's hard to forget what matters."
