Calvin’s POV
Floating.
I had been floating in an endless abyss, trapped in a cold, inescapable void where time had no meaning. Darkness stretched infinitely around me, swallowing me whole. I had accepted it. Accepted that this was the end.
Until suddenly, light—blinding and consuming—burst through the void, piercing through the thick darkness.
Pain followed.
A sharp, unbearable ache spread through every inch of my body. My lungs burned as if I had been drowning and had just surfaced for air. My fingers twitched. My chest rose with a shuddering breath. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, but I forced them open, my vision blurry and unfocused.
I blinked, adjusting to the overwhelming brightness, and slowly, the world around me came into view.
I knew this place.
The dark wooden ceiling.
