Anaya couldn't feel anything but tranquility. Her consciousness was floating in the depths of the unknown while her body was in a state of deep sleep. Unaware of the things happening around her, she tried her best to chase the light that seemed to get further away.
She ran towards the spot of light, but it didn't seem to stop at all. It got smaller every time she got closer, indicating that it was just an illusion of hers and in reality she was just where she started.
The tranquility broke like shattered glass. She frowned in the place where there was nothing but the small dot of light. She couldn't see herself. Her hands were the same as dark ink that couldn't be distinguished from her surroundings. Upon instinct, she once again started chasing the light. That was her only purpose in
