(Luna)
The haze of consciousness slowly lifted, like the first faint rays of dawn piercing through a heavy curtain. My eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, everything was a blur - a swirl of muted colors and indistinct shapes. I blinked a few times, trying to focus, and slowly, the sterile ceiling of the hospital room came into view. The harsh, bright white panels were interrupted by the faint outline of a vent, and the walls were lined with faded posters and warning signs, all tinged with the clinical scent of disinfectant and antiseptic. The air was thick with the unmistakable tang of hospital chemicals - sharp, cold, and slightly metallic, lingering like an echo of an unseen battle.
My body felt heavy, each breath shallow and labored, as if weighed down by exhaustion and the remn
