Visions of Ash

Valerie POV

The darkness didn’t just swallow me; it tasted like copper and cold iron.

I wasn't just dreaming. I was existing in a version of reality that felt so visceral, so heavy, that every breath I took in the vision burned my lungs. I was standing in my own bedroom, but the air was thick with the scent of my own blood. It was a metallic, cloying smell that made my stomach churn, yet I felt