Chapter 17
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At first, she thought it was her own thoughts.
A whisper—soft, distant.
Mia…
She stilled.
The museum vanished around her, not all at once, but like sound fading from a room. The guide’s voice dulled. The footsteps disappeared. Even her own breath felt far away.
Mia…
Closer now.
Not heard.
Felt.
Her chest tightened.
“Mia?” Lilly’s voice flickered somewhere behind her, faint and unreachable.
The whisper curled through her mind again—gentle, patient.
Calling her.
Then—
Black.
Mia gasped.Air rushed into her lungs as her eyes snapped open.
She was lying in a field.
Endless.
Stretching farther than she could see.
Flowers surrounded her—deep red, impossibly rich in color, their petals soft and heavy, bowing toward the earth. They moved without wind, trembling faintly as if alive.
And they were weeping.
From each petal, dark crimson drops gathered and fell, soaking silently into the soil below.
Mia pushed herself up, her hands sinking slightly into the ground.
The scent hit her all at once.
Thick.
Overwhelming.
It wasn’t just a smell—it was a feeling.
A pull.
A hunger she didn’t understand.
Her chest tightened sharply.
Heat spread through her body, sudden and consuming. Her skin prickled, then burned—not pain, not exactly—but something too intense to name. It pulsed beneath her surface, as if something inside her was trying to break free.
Her breath hitched.
“M—” She couldn’t finish.
The sensation built, rising, stretching through her ribs, her arms, her throat—
“I—!”
She screamed.
The sound tore out of her, raw and uncontrolled, echoing across the endless field.
And then—
It stopped.
Just like that.
The heat vanished.
The pressure released.
The air softened.
Warmth replaced it—not consuming, not demanding, but gentle. Flowing around her like a quiet tide.
Mia’s breathing slowed, though her heart still raced.
She pushed herself to her feet.
Slowly.
Unsteadily.
The flowers parted around her, their weeping undisturbed.
Something moved through the air—not sound, not quite. A presence. A rhythm. Like notes without music, energy drifting in unseen currents that brushed against her skin.
She felt it.
A pull.
Not forward.
But… inward.
She took a step—
No.
She wasn’t walking.
The world shifted.
Bent.
The field seemed to slide away from her, folding back as though space itself was moving instead. The flowers blurred, stretching into streaks of red as everything around her drew away.
Mia’s breath caught.
Then—
Snap.
She stood at the edge of water.
Endless.
Black.
So dark it swallowed the idea of reflection. It didn’t shimmer like normal water—it absorbed everything, light, depth, even the sense of distance.
It didn’t feel real.
Ripples spread across its surface.
Slow at first.
Then faster.
Moving toward her.
Mia’s chest tightened again, but differently now—stretching, aching with something unnameable. Her pulse stuttered, uneven, her thoughts scattering as the feeling grew.
“What is this…” she whispered, though her voice sounded distant, like it didn’t belong to her.
Heat returned.
Not sharp this time.
Rolling.
Waves of warmth washed over her, surrounding her, pressing close without weight. The air thickened, shifting, wrapping around her like a presence she couldn’t see.
Mias chest burns and stretches, begging for something she doesn't understand.
Her mind is racing.. her pulse erratic.
Then the heat, waves of heat cover her...
The ripples form faster and faster, the air thickens, wrapping around Mua in soft slow caresses... Something solid drifts across her n*****s, they harden instantly in response...
Desire pools between her legs making her cry out in need.
The ripples quickened.
Closer.
Closer.
The surface of the water began to rise—not splashing, not breaking—but lifting. Forming.
Something was coming through.
Mia’s breath trembled.
Her body reacted before her mind could catch up—every nerve alert, every sense heightened. The air seemed alive against her skin, brushing past her in slow, deliberate movements.
The water climbed higher.
Solidifying.
Taking shape.
Tall.
Wide.
Unnatural.
A form emerging from nothing.
Mia couldn’t move.
Couldn’t look away.
An arm began to take shape from the dark, reaching—not fully formed, not entirely real.
And then—
A voice.
Not heard.
Inside her.
Soft.
Certain.
“Soon, Mia… soon.”
- Writer
