Evaline:
Cold.
That was the first thing I felt when consciousness finally clawed its way back into me.
Not pain, not fear, just… cold.
It seeped into me slowly, like something alive... curling around my limbs, sinking into my bones, wrapping tight around my chest until even breathing felt sharp and uncomfortable.
The ground beneath me was damp.
The chill had long since soaked through my clothes, clinging to my skin like a second layer I couldn't peel away.
For a moment, I didn't move. Because I couldn't. My body felt too heavy, too distant, like it didn't belong to me anymore.
And honestly…
I didn't even know how long I had been lying there. If it had been just hours or an entire day?
Time didn't exist here. Not in this darkness. Not in this suffocating silence.
The last clear memory I had was the soft, gentle warmth as I walked out of my house. Of the sunlight brushing against my skin in the snow covered meadow.
My chest tightened painfully.
