As the voice grew stronger, so did my resolve.
I wanted to fight through the darkness.
To push against the nothingness that surrounded me.
I yearned to break free.
To emerge from the abyss.
To reclaim the life that was ripped away from me in those six fateful seconds.
And then, a breakthrough.
A sliver of clarity pierced through the fog of my mind.
The voice - it was saying my name.
Over and over, it called to me, urging me to wake up.
To open my eyes.
To see the world again.
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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...
