Amara’s body tumbled through the air, weightless, a violent force pulling her deeper into the chasm below. The void seemed endless, a cold, suffocating darkness that swallowed her whole. She tried to scream again, but the air was thick, compressing her lungs, making each breath harder to take. Every second felt like a lifetime, each moment stretching longer as the chasm grew more consuming. Her senses were overwhelmed—her body twisted, her mind spinning as she fell faster, farther into the abyss.
And then, as if the world itself had decided to end her suffering, everything came to a sudden halt.
Her body jerked, slamming against something solid, something warm and alive. It wasn’t the hard, jagged rock of the chasm’s depths. It was something entirely different, something impossible. She
