Lady Catice Frost watched Teri sleep, finding a rare peace in the quiet room. She sat by the fire, her hands resting in her lap, the dim light casting shadows that danced across the walls. In this tranquil moment, she felt a deep connection to her son.

In a fluid motion, Catice transformed into a sleek black cat, a form she adopted when she needed to clear her mind. She curled up tightly, her purring blending with the soft crackle of the fire. Despite her solitude, she found comfort in Teri's steady breathing.

As dawn approached, Catice returned to her human form and moved to Teri’s desk, her thoughts swirling. She writes:

> Teri's magic remains unchanged from when he was born twelve years ago. It's astonishing that he exists at all, considering no one believed me when I said he was gone, forgotten by everyone except me. How could a mother forget her only child? I couldn't persuade anyone he was missing. Now that he's back, no one believes he was ever gone. Even more perplexing, he has memories of another life with another mother. I swear it wasn’t me, and I can't understand this phenomenon. I'm just relieved he's alive, after believing he was dead for so long. Yet, the mystery of his disappearance remains unresolved, even three years after his return.

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Catice paused, her mind wandering to her meeting with a so-called wit later that day. Speaking aloud, she said, “There will be a better tomorrow. Perhaps in a hundred years, people will look back and find our tale pleasant. Or is it all forgotten by life and remembered only by destiny? Is there truly nothing but silence after death? No! People will remember me. I'll ensure they remember me!”

She reflected on how different life had been twelve years earlier. "The world was a far better place then," she declared with confidence.

An unusual silence filled the room, heavy and almost tangible. In Raetheart, even the ordinary silence held a strange, mystical quality.

Catice turned to Teri, sprawled across the bed, and said, "Wake up! What a strange world you must find yourself in when you wake. But you don’t know how it feels to wake up to this, do you? To have someone return as if they had risen from the dead. Oh, I am so curious about what it’s like in the other world.”

“You’re right; the strange world I live in seems pretty bizarre,” Teri mumbled, still half-asleep.