Freedom (1)

The darkness was oppressive, pierced only by the sporadic glow of flames flickering along the walls. The intervals were vast, yet the flames danced defiantly, casting eerie shadows on the labyrinthine stone. Kaila moved with unyielding determination, her gait unbroken, as if the concept of tomorrow did not exist. The endless maze stretched before her, a disorienting network of twists and turns.

‘Was it Eos who tore me from my home? But why?’ Her thoughts spiraled as her eyes flicked toward the flickering flames. She could see clearly even in the suffocating darkness, and the fire, though consuming, felt like nothing against her skin. The image of a towering figure haunted her mind—a silhouette, always indistinct, always looming. ‘What am I doing here? Why can I think in this language? Why do I feel so... different?’