An endless wave of fatigue swept over Jelia, who opened her mouth as darkness engulfed her vision.
The last sound she heard was something hitting the water, creating ripples.
...
Consciousness felt like it was passing through a long tunnel, with dazzling points of light in the distance.
It seemed to move yet made no progress in getting closer.
Spinning, twisting, consciousness was deformed under some external force, something being etched onto it and then something else being erased.
Was it... memories?
Jelia gradually started to regain consciousness, attempting to sense her surroundings.
And as she tried, her eyes opened.
The first things to greet her retinas were the soft, bright light and the pure white ceiling, its boundaries indiscernible.
Did I succeed?
This question flashed through Jelia's mind, then was affirmed by reality.
I succeeded!
She had successfully left that cavern!
