Berikut terjemahan bahasa Inggris dari teks Anda, dengan gaya naratif dramatis dan mendalam, layaknya penerjemah profesional yang mempertahankan atmosfer dan kekuatan emosional asli:
Darkness. No sky, no ground. Nothing but a void that kept swallowing every breath and every trace of my existence.
I didn't know how long I'd been falling. My body drifted like dust amid destruction. Everything felt distant—Aldric's voice, the light, even myself.
But one voice remained.
"You discarded me. You thought that would set you free?"
I opened my eyes—or at least I thought I did. There was no real form in this place. Only awareness, slowly crumbling, torn apart by the shadows of my own soul.
"Who are you, really?" My voice echoed, though there was no air.
The shadow appeared slowly, like mist thickening into the form of a woman. Half of her face resembled mine, but the other half—burned, cracked, seething with rage. Her left eye glowed with a fierce green light, like a fire that never died.
"I am you. Not Elara. Not Seraphine. I'm the shard of pain you refused to face."
"You're not the part of me I wanted to keep."
"And that's your mistake." She stepped closer, cutting through the void. "Because I was the one who protected you when everyone else left. When the world chose to break you."
"By seeking vengeance?" I whispered.
"By surviving."
I fell silent.
The shadow gave a crooked smile. "You chose love. But love won't save you in a place like this. Love doesn't cut blood-bonds. Love doesn't erase sin."
I tried to stand—though I wasn't sure I even had legs. Still, my will resisted, congealing into form.
"If you truly are part of me… then you know. I don't give up."
"Just like before," she said, her tone softening. "You kept choosing to fight, even when the world abandoned you. But look around. There's nothing left. You're alone."
No. I am not alone.
Suddenly, there was a faint vibration. Like a whisper from beyond the void.
"I'm here, Seraphine…"
Aldric.
"I'm not alone," I said louder. "He's there."
The shadow chuckled. "But he can't reach this place. This is your deepest depth. All he can do is call to you. And you?" She leaned in. "You're growing weaker."
"I'm strong enough to reject you."
"You can't reject what you still need."
Suddenly, mirrors appeared around me. Cracked, but still reflecting fragments of my past. Elara—kneeling on a battlefield. Seraphine—crying behind the palace bars. Me—in the world I came from, standing alone at the edge of a hospital bed, my father's frail body motionless.
"What is this…"
"All your guilt," the shadow replied. "Everything you wished to forget. But a curse doesn't let you forget."
The mirrors began to shatter, one by one—and from their shards, black hands crept out. They pulled at me. Whispered words I couldn't understand.
Will you give up, Seraphine?
Is this second life even worth fighting for?
You'll never be enough.
I screamed, kicked, thrashed. But the hands kept dragging me down, pulling me into shards of awful memories.
Then—a voice came.
But it wasn't from within me.
It came from the outside.
"I swear, Seraphine... if there's a way to reach you, I will find it!"
Aldric.
I turned, and a sliver of light split through the void. At the far end of it, I saw his silhouette. He stood atop a stone altar, in the real world, calling out to me with his own blood. His left hand was cut, dripping onto the ancient floor inscribed with Valeria symbols.
"Don't do that! You'll lose your life!" I cried, even knowing he couldn't fully hear me.
But he answered, as if he heard every broken word. "You are not alone, Seraphine. I'll come in if I have to!"
The shadow laughed. "He's foolish enough to offer his soul for one already broken. Isn't that touching?"
"He's not foolish," I murmured, struggling against the black hands. "He loves me."
And this time—I grabbed a hand.
A small mirrored hand—not pulling me, but holding me.
My smaller self. The Seraphine who had once been trapped and afraid. She looked at me with glowing eyes. No wounds. No vengeance.
"If I can forgive you... why can't you forgive yourself?" she asked softly.
I sobbed. "Because I'm afraid… that if I forgive myself, the curse will still remain."
"No. But it's the only way to step out of this place."
The shadow howled. **"Don't listen to her! She is your weakness!"**
I stood—truly stood this time—and met the dark figure's gaze.
"She is my hope."
Then I spread my arms, and the mirrors shone. Light from within me—from the fragile parts I had long rejected—formed a protective circle. The dark hands vanished, scorched by that glow.
The shadow screamed, her body unraveling into dust.
"You'll regret this!"
Maybe. But I won't give in.
I ran toward the light Aldric had opened. Closer. Brighter.
Then—
Something pulled me back.
Not the shadow.
But… a chain. A blood-red chain.
"What is this—"
From beyond the light, another voice echoed.
But it wasn't Elara.
It wasn't me.
It was older. Stronger. More ancient.
"Foolish child. Did you think you could escape our legacy?"
A silhouette of a woman crowned in blood appeared. Her eyes were like oceans of death. Her mouth curled into a grin.
"This curse was born from your love, Elara. And now you think you'll break it with love again? I won't allow it."
Aldric shouted from beyond, trying to pull me as the red chains wrapped tighter around me.
"What is that?" he yelled.
I turned my head, trying to answer, but the woman's voice swallowed everything:
"I am Darshana Valeria. Your ancestor. The bloodbinder. And I am not finished with either of you."*
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