The moment Luna's eyes fluttered open, she found herself precariously teetering on the brink of a towering cliff. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw a shadowy chasm below, shimmering with flecks of rock and ice, reflecting the ominous glow of a blood-red sun. But its depth? That eluded her understanding. She could discern that only if she plunged, but not once did the thought cross her mind to risk such a fall, especially when life still pulsed within her.
Breath coming in ragged gasps, she gripped the cliff's edge with a desperation born of sheer terror. Suddenly, countless spectral hands emerged, clutching at her legs, each seeking a piece of her, yanking her towards an unknown void. She recalled witnessing a demon once; was this Hell itself?
