One stumbling footfall at a time, I advance towards that solitary beacon of light and hope, heedless of the abyss swirling around me. The inky blackness seems to recoil and part wherever that iridescent luminescence touches it, as if the encroaching void itself fears the searing intensity of its grace.
"Rose... Rosetta, can you hear me?"
The familiar timbre reaches me through the disorienting miasma, raw and cracked yet pulsing with an urgency that cleaves through the disassociated delirium. I instinctively latch onto Greg's voice like a lifeline, letting it guide me ever nearer to the churning radiance at my journey's end.
"Stay with me, love...fight like I know you can..." His entreaty thunders and echoes from every vector, each syllable sizzling away fresh swathes of bewildering dark
