"It's easy to fall in love with the remnants of a long journey. The inscriptions on church bells, the aphorisms of saints, and the seeds that are thousands of years old."
My name is Cynthia Swann. In the remote town of Forks, no one knew who my parents were. Since I was a child, I had been fostered in the home of Sheriff Charlie Swan, who had a good reputation in the town. Fortunately, he raised me as his own daughter, and I also had a sister named Bella Swan.
I like this small town surrounded by forests in a deep valley. Thin lines of rain and thick fog enveloped me, and the dense green made me feel at ease. The historical and literary books stocked in the room, the fresh air that can be smelled at any time, and the tranquil nature all make me feel close to Fox. Everything is so ordinary and natural, except for a secret that I don't tell anyone.
I often have a dream.
Surrounded by boundless raging fires, I stood in the middle of the remaining land, with buildings from distant times crumbling. Pearl-white pillars, bronze roof tiles, a blurry back, and long golden hair like the morning sun. My heart sang, and my breast surged with indescribable, wonderful emotions that made me want to touch that Apollonian shadow.
The next moment, the scorching wind mixed with the shrill screams took away everything in front of me. The hot embers hit me, and the pain made me scream. I was on the ground, rolling in the fire, trying to extinguish the never-ending flames from hell. My vision is blurry, and only the out-of-reach pale golden color is the clear spring of my life and soul.
Cynthia.
Someone whispered my name, and the clear young voice hovered in my ears in an extremely elegant and silky tone.
Cynthia.
The tone became deeper, but I felt a nameless pain. I wanted to respond to him, but I struggled to open my mouth but had nothing to say.
Cynthia...
I saw a pair of scarlet eyes staring at me. Even though I was in the flames, I couldn't stop the extreme fear that made me feel like I was falling into an ice cave. The flame suddenly stopped, the whole sun was cruel, the whole moon was bitter, I was covered with anesthesia, my bones collapsed, and I sank to the bottom of the sea.
I woke up, covered in sweat.
Only that voice seemed to pass through the dream and come to me.
Inexplicably, my heart is singing.
"I have seen you before, in the light of the earth, in the love of mankind."
Intention: There is an invincible summer in you.