The Golden Lake

Thalia POV

Heavy, crushing darkness presses down on my chest. I try to pull air into my lungs, but the effort feels like dragging stones across a dry riverbed. I am so unbelievably tired.

A sharp, rhythmic beep echoes through the pitch-black void holding me hostage. I try to twitch my fingers. I try to force my heavy eyelids open. Nothing happens. Numbness wraps around my limbs like iron chains