Selene's body felt heavy, as if a thousand invisible threads pulled her deeper into the void.
The darkness wrapped around her, comforting yet suffocating.
She couldn't remember when she had fallen asleep—one moment she was lying on the couch, Zara's cool cloth on her forehead, and the next, she was adrift.
She wasn't supposed to sleep. She knew that. But exhaustion had won, and now she was lost.
'What am I doing? Where am I going? I feel like I cannot control myself.'
Her consciousness drifted along an unseen current, a gentle yet insistent force that dragged her further away.
She fought against it, her mind struggling to regain control, but it was like swimming against a riptide—her efforts only pulled her deeper.
The tunnel of darkness began to shift, soft light filtering through, and the world around her started to take shape.
'Am I unconscious again? But this time, it feels different. I feel peaceful.'