As I struggled to find my way through the depths of the Bloodwell, my mind was awash with a torrent of thoughts and emotions. Jasmine's words echoed in my ears, her final plea to let go of her, to forget her. But how could I? How could I simply erase her from my heart, from my memories, when she had become such an integral part of my existence?
The pain, the sorrow, the overwhelming sense of loss threatened to consume me. It felt as if I were drowning in an ocean of grief, unable to resurface for air.
But still I pushed forward, propelling myself upwards through the dark, viscous liquid, my arms flailing in a desperate attempt to break free.
