33. Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Three
Lymseia
E mptiness surrounds me. It ebbs and flows, rising and falling like the eye of a storm or a wave that threatens to pull me under.
There is nothing and everything, all at the same time. Swirling around me. Threatening to tear me in two. Painfully filling my phantom lungs but utterly depleting them at the same time. I gasp for air where there is none. My limbs feel vaguely present, as if I’m dreaming, clawing at something in na?ve desperation.
Perhaps I’m dreaming.
This agony— it can’t be real.
My mind can’t comprehend what’s happening, but deep in my bones, I know there’s a struggle. Any moment now, I fear whatever it is that’s supporting my weight will give way. I resist, fighting to keep my head above the tide.
There is nothing to hold onto.
There is nothing to save me.
There is nothing here at all but me.
I wonder if even the gods themselves are powerless here, in whatever hellish dimension I’m buried in. Deep, incomprehensible pain laces every thought, every wish, every hope.
I struggle. Gods, I struggle.
But I will not surrender.