The world was gone. It had dissolved into a suffocating void where light could no longer penetrate, where time stretched infinitely into shadows. Ava stood on the precipice of despair, her breath shallow and ragged. The air clung to her skin like a wet cloth, heavy and stifling, each inhale tasting of ash and forgotten promises. The Abyss had consumed everything—her world, her hope, and now, it clawed at her mind, pulling her deeper into its grasp.
She couldn't see him. The one who had always been her anchor, her lifeline—his voice had been her salvation in the past, but now it was lost in the oppressive darkness. She reached out, her fingers trembling as they grasped at empty air. "Leo!" Her voice shattered the silence, but there was no reply. Only the eerie, mocking echo of her own desperation.
