Aesther was falling.
It was a short journey, and before the gasp could even build up her throat, the waters plunged her within. Their brutal freezing waves clawed against her skin.
She expected to come back up, and she does. But the waves numbed her limbs. Each chance to breathe became further apart, each breath less than the last.
Before she goes under the final time, Aesther knew she would not be able to come out again.
The cold rushed to her blood and bones.
The violent waves drag her deeper into the darkness and Aesther strained for the weary light that slowly faded away.
Aesther felt the intense raw terror before she saw the shadows.
In the haze of blurring lines, a void of darkness slowly unfurled. They caressed and roped around her body, smothering her warmth little by little. She could not move, her lips parted in a silent scream.
Thump.
Thump.
Her heartbeats began to dim.
…thump.
