JELENA
The feeling of being watched drags me out of my thoughts.
It starts as a prickling sensation at the back of my neck, subtle at first, but growing stronger with every passing second until it becomes impossible to ignore and the stare feels heavy, almost tangible, like cold fingers pressing against my skin.
Reluctantly, I open my eyes as I have been conscious for a while now.
At least, I think I have.
Time feels strange in this place. It stretches and folds in on itself until I can no longer tell whether minutes or hours have passed since I first woke up.
The first thing I notice is the silence, it presses against my ears and settles into my bones, with no wind or even traces of footsteps or even distant voices, not even breathing.
Nothing.
I slowly sit up, my movements cautio
