The black abyss lasted for hours, maybe days.
It was difficult to determine time there.
Everything was numb, as if I was floating.
Then there was this sound, it tickled my ears.
It was very quiet and distant.
I couldn't make out what it was at first.
It gradually became louder and I realised it was a voice.
A man's voice.
A voice I didn't recognise.
A voice I will never forget.
A promise of hope and salvation.
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Echoes of Survival
Short StorySometimes all it takes is six seconds and your world is upside down. * * * In the aftermath of a moment that fractures the very essence of existence, this book delves into the depths of human resilience. It is a story that begins with a cataclysmic...
