Cold and heavy.
Eli feels freezing cold and unusually heavy. It's as if the universe itself is weighing down on her small shoulders at this very moment.
Her vision doesn't seem to be working right now either. She feels as if she's drifting away in an eternal slumber. But even then, she can sense someone else's presence - someone is with her in that vast darkness.
"Angelica..."
It's a familiar voice of a woman - one that she has come to know as this melodious and divine tune that's as ethereal as a dewdrop of heaven. Just by hearing it alone, she can already tell that it's coming from a very beauteous being.
"Angelica..."
But then, the more Eli hears it, the further it comes out to be. That person is right there but far from her. What's more, she sounds like she's trapped - almost as if she really wants to get closer but she can't.
"Don't let the darkness consume you, Angelica..."