The silence was thick and oppressive, like a suffocating blanket as Ava stood at the edge of the chasm, staring into the swirling void below. Her heart pounded, though she couldn't understand why. The dark expanse beneath her called with a pull so primal it twisted her insides, yet something held her back.
A whisper brushed against her mind, familiar but elusive. "Ava…"
She blinked, shaking her head. The voice seemed distant, like a memory lost in the fog of time. Ava's thoughts were fragmented, like shards of a shattered mirror—each piece reflecting something, but none giving her a complete image. Who was she? How had she come to this place?
