The world was crumbling under its feet. Everything in her life she ever feared crawled back to her.
After a long sleep, she woke up gasping for air. She felt as if the air in her lungs was simply not enough. Her eyes shot open, but she could see nothing. She was surrounded by darkness, but something started to compress her feet.
The space started to feel tiny with each passing second, as she even had to adjust her neck. Luiza could not understand what was happening, so she tried to raise her hands, and she felt a magical barrier that she could pass her hand through.
The space around her slowly got smaller, and she could barely breathe. She squished until she eventually hugged her knees and lowered her head. If it kept going on, then she would die.
