As Eva ascended from the depths of the ocean, the weight of the water pressing down upon her felt suffocating, reminiscent of the confines of her imprisonment within the sealed can. Despite her spectral form, she found herself gasping for breath as if her lungs still craved the oxygen of the living.
With each labored breath, Eva struggled against the sensation of drowning, the memory of her watery confinement haunting her every move. As she broke through the surface of the water, her ghostly form shrouded in a veil of mist, she found herself engulfed in a strange sense of disorientation, as if the world around her had shifted and changed in her absence.
