Nellie's eyelids seemed to be sewn shut.
She couldn't open them at all.
She reached out with both hands to touch her face.
But she grasped at nothing.
She found nothing.
She tried hard to force her eyelids open, but it was useless. No matter how much effort she put in, she couldn't open her eyes.
She could vaguely sense that she was sinking.
She struggled to reach out and desperately tried to grab something.
But she actually did grab something.
A short, thick wooden handle.
Mott's Axe.
The words emerged in her mind.
Although she hadn't recalled the meaning of the words yet, she knew what she had to do.
She used the axe to cut across where her eyes should've been.
The thread was severed.
Nellie opened her eyes.
It was still pitch black.
But now, it was different. She could feel her body's presence, and her consciousness was much clearer than before.
'But where is this? I remember I was just in...
