"Get up, Nora! Please, get up!" Her mental plea echoed in the recesses of her consciousness, a silent prayer for the safety of her friend.
The scene unfolded before Tiffany like a nightmare, each second stretching into an agonizing eternity. Doubt and terror mingled within her, threatening to overwhelm reason. "What do I do? I can't just stand here!" The realization struck her with a force that cut through the immobilizing fear.
The black figure moved away from Nora motionless figure and moved close to Tiffany. The seconds hung heavy as Tiffany's eyes remained fixed on Nora's unmoving form "Nora, please! Wake up!" Her voice quivered with a mix of fear and anguish, the echoes of her own vulnerability bouncing off the remnants of the shattered carriage. Dread gnawed at her, and the silent question persisted: Was Nora still among the living, or had the shadows of death claimed her?
