CHAPTER 218: Wake Up

LYRA

I can’t breathe. The pressure in my chest is unbearable. My mind races and the darkness swallows me whole.

It's all too much.

My fingers curl around the soil. It feels damp, cold, and foreign.

I can hear the distant noise of someone moving, digging through something. There's the smell of freshly dug soil, and then there's something else. A voice. A male's voice. I can't place it, but it feels