Chapter 24 In A Fog Embrace

• In between oblivion, her body laid, a vessel adrift in the vast expanse of nothingness. Cerys Sandor, her name whispered like a forgotten prayer, teetered on the precipice of consciousness, slipping further into the abyss with each passing moment. The world around her ceased to exist, consumed by a void that hungered for her very essence.
• Darkness enveloped her senses, an oppressive shroud that stifled her every breath. Panic surged through her veins, a relentless tide of terror clawing at her fragile psyche. She reached out, desperately grasping for something tangible, for a lifeline to anchor her fragile existence. But her hands found only empty air, a cruel reminder of her isolation.
• Whispers, ethereal and menacing, danced on the periphery of her fading awareness. They slithered through the recesses of her mind, taunting and mocking, their sinister chorus growing louder by the second. Unseen eyes bore into her, their gaze filled with malevolence, peeling away the layers of her vulnerability.