In the silence that followed the voice, a new awareness began to dawn on me.
The abyss that once engulfed me now felt like a cocoon.
A protective shell that was slowly cracking open.
I could sense the world around me.
A world that was waiting for me to return.
The voice became a constant.
A gentle hum in the background of my consciousness.
It was no longer just a source of comfort.
It was a beacon guiding me back to life.
The words were still unclear, but their rhythm was familiar.
Like a forgotten melody resurfacing from the depths of my mind.
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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...
