Huff… huff…
Each breath burned my throat as I opened my eyes to the suffocating weight of the world above me. The dark, ashen-gray sky loomed ominously, painted with jagged streaks of red, white, and yellow lightning. Each bolt shattered the silence with a deafening boom, sending vibrations through the muddy ground I lay on. The rain continued its relentless assault, fat droplets merging with the blood-tinged mud beneath me, creating a grotesque slurry that clung to my battered body.
My head throbbed as if a hammer were pounding against my skull, the sound of my own heartbeat reverberating like a war drum. My vision was unnaturally sharp, every detail rendered with unnerving clarity. I could see the patterns of each raindrop breaking the surface of the puddles around me. Insects scuttled through the muck, their minuscule movements registering as if they were crawling under my skin.
Is this what it means to when evolving?
