Crash—Crash—
The sound of crashing waves echoed in my ears.
Drip—Drip—
Clear water fell on my cracked lips.
I felt as if I had been saved, my parched soul was regaining moisture.
Shadows fell before me.
I opened my dry eyes, vaguely seeing the outline of a white dress standing beside me.
"Anna?"
I couldn't help but call her name, but only I could hear my voice.
There was no response, and the blurred outline gradually vanished.
Anxious to sit up, a drop of water suddenly splashed into my eye, moistening my dry eyeball. I blinked, enduring the gritty sensation, and opened my eyes again to see the yellowed ceiling through the hole in the second-floor floor, hearing the rustling wind and rain outside, and feeling the puddles push like waves in the shallows.
The rainwater had revived my withered body;
The few centimeters of sunken flooring had saved my life, preventing me from drowning in ankle-deep water while unconscious;
