Nina kept running as fast as she could, for as long as she could. She did not look back nor did she want to. Her tears continued to stream down her face to the ground she was tired but she didn’t stop to open her eyes. Not for a second, until she did.

She found herself in a misty realm, in the middle of a glade she sat, her tears still fresh on her cheeks. She laid the journal beside her, a symbol of the memories she held dear. Her heart ached from the conflict, from the argument that had torn through the fragile bonds she and her only friend had formed. As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, a gentle breeze stirred the air around her. A presence she recognized manifested beside her—a figure she believed to be dead. "Nina." The voice was soft, gentle, real. “That voice can't be real.” She thought as she turned to see her grandmother standing there.

Nina blinked, unable to believe her eyes. Her grandmother, who had passed away months ago, stood before her, her form illuminated by a soft, otherworldly light. The sight was both comforting and surreal, like a dream woven from threads of memory.

Tears welled up in Nina's eyes once more, this time from a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming emotion. "Grandma... Is it really you?"

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Her grandmother's smile was as warm as the sun. "Yes, my dear. It is me."

Nina's voice trembled as she spoke. "But... How? I thought you were gone."

Her grandmother's presence seemed to radiate light through the misty fog. "I am a part of the realm now, just as you are. Our memories, our emotions, they weave us into the fabric of existence. I've watched over you, my dear, and I've seen the struggles you've faced."

Nina's heart ached with a longing as she hugged her grandmother. "I've missed you so much, Grandma."

"I've missed you too, my sweet." Her grandmother's voice held a soothing melody. "I've watched you grow, and I've seen the strength within you. You are more than you realize, Nina."

Tears flowed freely down Nina's cheeks as she looked into her grandmother's familiar eyes. "I... I messed up. Alex and I... We argued. And the realms... I don't know if I can fix things."

Her grandmother's expression held understanding. "...Conflict is a part of life, my dear. It's how we learn and grow."

Nina's gaze shifted to the journal beside her, the journal that held the essence of her emotions and memories. "This journal... It's all I have left of you."

Her grandmother nodded, her form shimmering gently. "The journal is a link not just to the past, but to our hearts. We are linked to this book just as we are to the realms. Our destinies are intertwined.”

“I don’t understand grandmother, what do you mean?”

“Nina, we are the same. In flesh, in mind, In soul." She said as she continued. “Our destinies are intertwined as all these realms are... You are me, and I am you...”