With a start, Sophia was violently wrenched from her preternatural connection with the shifting tides of the future, plunging her back into the chaos of the present.
The abruptness of the transition stole her breath, left her disoriented, her senses grappling with the present's harsh reality.
Her heart, mirroring the tempo of the escalating chaos around her, hammered a brutal rhythm against the fragile cage of her ribs.
Horrifying visions, grotesque scenes of a future marred by devastation, swirled in her mind's eye, leaving a bitter aftertaste of dread on her tongue.
A chilling premonition of the abyss they stood on the precipice of—moments away from being devoured by its gaping maw.
Suddenly, Sophia found herself back in the here and now, her body snapping back from her future-sight like a rubber band pulled too tight.
The sights and sounds of the present crashed back into focus, leaving her feeling dizzy.
