The abyss yawned before Ava, its inky tendrils twisting and pulsating, as if alive, waiting to consume her whole. Her fingers hovered above it, trembling, wavering. Every breath she took felt like a battle, her chest tight with the weight of the decision she couldn't make. Power. Freedom. All the things she craved, the release from pain and doubt, hovered within arm's reach. Yet, the cost—something in her soul screamed against it, warned her, begged her to turn away.
The darkness whispered. "You have been weak for too long, Ava. You have suffered. But I can give you power. I can make you whole again. I can erase your pain." Its voice slithered into her mind, a cold, seductive presence, promising an end to the misery that had plagued her for what felt like an eternity. The temptation was unbearable. It didn't just pull at her desires—it ripped them open, laid them bare, exposing every part of her that ached to feel something more than helplessness.
