SMITH’S POV
I crawled out of that dark hole, battered and bruised, with a triumphant shout, "I am alive!" The air tasted sweet, and the distant city lights flickered like stars welcoming me back to the land of the living.
As I stood on the roadside, dusting off the remnants of my unfortunate encounter, I realized the extent of the mystical forces at play. A portal had thrust me into the abyss, a realm where time seemed distorted and reality was a mere suggestion. But now, I was back, ready to unravel the mysteries that had entangled my existence.
The first challenge was finding a means of transportation. I scanned the surroundings, hoping to spot a taxi. A yellow cab rounded the corner, and I waved frantically, relief washing over me as it pulled to a stop.
"Where to?" the cabbie asked
