Lana
I lay on the soft bed, staring at the ceiling of the quiet, yet suffocating room.
I hugged a pillow and buried my face into it. My head was full—too full.
About Sylas. About Kaelith. About Mahara, and the war that was about to break out.
About Lucen… and Ezric… and Arcane Spire, which now felt more and more like a fading dream.
I tried to take a deep breath, closing my eyes—but my heart kept racing uncontrollably.
Suddenly.
The bed… moved.
I froze.
Slowly, but surely—the surface curved, pulling my back downward. As if the foam was melting and swallowing me whole. I tried to rise, but my body couldn't move.
"W-What…?"
The mattress swallowed my waist. Then my chest. Then my shoulders. I tried to scream, but my voice vanished into the dense air that wrapped around me like invisible fog.
Darkness consumed me completely.
Everything fell silent.
My consciousness snapped, as if a cold hand from beneath the earth was pulling me into another place.
Dark.
Cold.
Silent.
