Andrew
I'm engulfed in darkness, a suffocating abyss that not only steals my vision and also constricts my chest with an unrelenting force. The air is elusive, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. In this void, panic tightens its grip when I notice that everything is dark and silent. I can't breathe, can't see, and the oppressive silence amplifies my desperation.
Then, like a lifeline in the abyss, Ethan's voice pierces through. "Andrew, focus on my voice. Can you hear my voice?" I manage a feeble nod, my vocal cords paralyzed by the relentless panic that courses through me. "Good, now focus on the surrounding sounds. What do you hear?"
I strain to heed his advice, but my ears are ringing, drowning out the world. "I can't..." The words emerge as a whisper, lost in the void o
