Alethea

My eyes feel heavy, as though they’re weighed down by unseen forces. Each time I try to open them, something drags me back into a suffocating abyss of darkness.

It feels like I’m floating in a void. I try to lift my hand, but it’s as if it’s made of iron, heavy, and immovable. The effort is excruciating like fire surging through my veins.

Desperate to break free, I force myself to move a single finger. Pain ripples through me, but then, faintly, I hear a voice. It's distant, and muffled, with no clarity.

Something brushes against my face, gathering every ounce of strength I have, I push against...