*Dust*
I'm floating in a void, a haze of warmth and darkness surrounding me, but there's something pulling at the edges of my consciousness. A voice. Familiar yet distant. I struggle to grasp it, to hold onto it, but it slips through my fingers like water.
“Stay with me, Dust.”
I want to respond, to tell him I’m here, that I’m fighting, but my body feels heavy, anchored to the bed beneath me. I can’t open my eyes. I can’t even feel my limbs. I’m trapped in this strange limbo, suspended between life and whatever comes next.
The voice continues, soft and urgent, and it makes my heart ache. “You’re safe now. We’re home, your new home.”
Home. The word resonates deep within me, a beacon of hope in the darkness. But then, another voice breaks through, sharp and mocking, slicing through
