In between oblivion, her body laid, a vessel adrift in the vast expanse of nothingness. Cerys Sandor, her name whispered like a forgotten prayer, teetered on the precipice of consciousness, slipping further into the abyss with each passing moment. The world around her ceased to exist, consumed by a void that hungered for her very essence.
Darkness enveloped her senses, an oppressive shroud that stifled her every breath. Panic surged through her veins, a relentless tide of terror clawing at her fragile psyche. She reached out, desperately grasping for something tangible, for a lifeline to anchor her fragile existence. But her hands found only empty air, a cruel reminder of her isolation.
