Discordia

I opened my eyes, and a thin sliver of light pierced through the darkness, striking my vision like a distant beacon. My head throbbed, and for a moment, the world around me felt weightless, as though I were floating between dreams and reality. The light flickered, hazy and unfocused, barely strong enough to cut through the dense void surrounding me.

"Where am I?" I whispered, my voice barely audible against the vast emptiness.

The air was thick, suffocating, carrying a scent of damp earth and something metallic—blood, perhaps. I remained standing at the dark and empty edge of this unknown place, my gaze locked onto the only source of illumination. It pulsed gently, almost rhythmically, as if it were breathing.

Then, a voice called out.

"Tabitha!"