"Xavier, I don't understand! What choice?"
But before Xavier could respond, the chasm swallowed him whole, leaving Maya standing alone in the desolate landscape. The wind howled, carrying with it an unsettling laughter that seemed to come from all directions.
With a jolt, Maya woke up, her heart pounding in her chest. Cold sweat coated her skin, and her breath came in ragged gasps as the remnants of the dream's horror lingered in her mind. She sat up, her hands trembling as she tried to shake off the lingering fear.
Beside her cot, a small candle flickered, casting a warm glow that fought against the darkness. Maya's eyes glinted with determination as she stared into the flame. The dream had shaken her to her core, but it had also ignited a fire within her. She couldn't ignore the ominous visions, the echoes of the prophecy that seemed to seep into her subconscious.