Fiona, trapped by her own eyelid, fighting a darkness that feels like
it's swallowing her whole. She can't move forward, nor wriggle back,
with a burning that lives in her lungs but fills every atom of her
whole body. She wants to give in, just let go and let the black take
her, but a voice, distant yet solid and confident, keeps pulling at
her. As much as she'd like to surrender, that voice wont let her,
wont let her do anything in fact but search for it with her mind.
And so she does, listening carefully, letting it grow until it fills
her mind. Now she's caught between the voice that fills her head,
the gloom that fills her body and the eye that traps her legs. She
feels like she's being pulled in a thousand directions all at once
until this world ends with a deafening pop!
Fiona opens her eyes, gasping with shock as she realises she's
somehow returned to her body.
