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Drifting in and out of consciousness, her name dances in my mind—“Willow.” As my thoughts are carried away on the currents of years long forgotten, a voice from the past screams in my ears. They are her screams, my beloved Willow. Screams so heart-wrenching they would make angels weep. It is the wail of a broken heart, a soul crushed under a weight too heavy to bear.

The darkness around me is thick, almost tangible, like a suffocating shroud. Shadows twist and writhe, forming grotesque shapes that flicker at the edges of my vision. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. My body feels as though it is encased in lead, every movement a monumental effort.

No matter how I try, I cannot close my ears. The screams pierce through the veil of my thoughts, relentless and unforgiving. I am trapped inside my own recollections, memories of our first entangled meeting playing out like a haunting film reel. The vivid image of her face, eyes wide with terror, is seared into my mind. Her hair, a cascade of dark waves, frames her thin, tear-streaked cheeks. The scene is bathed in a streaks, of moon light, that seeped through the broken roof in which were exposed to the sky, casting long, eerie shadows that dance across the walls and floor

I am powerless, a prisoner of my own mind, as the echoes of the past envelop me, dragging me deeper into the abyss.

In the darkness, I awaken, my mind shrouded in a fog, with no memory of where I am or how I got here. The air thick and damp, carrying a musty scent of earth and blood, clinging to my nostrils. My flesh aches, pain coursing through every muscle, tendon and vein, blood boiling hot with each pulse in my chest. How much longer will this agony persist? It feels as if time is lost no end or remembrance of a beginning. I must open my eyes. Why is it so dark? Why can't I move? It feels as if a thousand tons of earth is weighing upon my chest. Arms are to heavy to move as they feel like molten lead. This pain is unbearable.
Desperation claws at me as I struggle to breath, each gasp a battle against the crushing weight. Like unto a newborn gasping for breathe fresh out of the womb, struggling to use their lungs for the first time. Cutting through the darkness and the misery tearing at my flesh, a whisper traces at first like the shadow of a memory on the fringes of a dream. Ever so soft, the whisper grows with pulsing stinging, breathing life and hope into my soul like a silent prayer. Just two simple Syllables, like the beating of my newly found heart. At first it is unclear what it says. Is this sound what hope feels like?
The whisper comes in steady now, slowly increasing in volume like a steady rhythm, the sound becomes clearer. A name.
HER name.
My mind sooths around the name. I allow it to wash over me, to gently cool the molten fire in my body, easing the torment inflicted on my bones.
Her name, that is all I recall, and for now that is enough.

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Cadrewolf2
06:00 Oct 02 2024

Wow Excellent

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