Third-person POV
Seraphina knew she was dying.
There was no use denying it anymore. The darkness around her was thick, endless, and heavy, holding her down from every side. She couldn't see, couldn't move, and couldn't even feel her body properly. Every breath she tried to take felt thinner than the one before, like air was slipping away from her bit by bit.
Somewhere deep inside, she could still hear faint sounds, the sounds that didn't belong in this dark place. The rhythmic beeping of machines and a voice once in a while saying her name, but it all sounded far away, like she was listening through a wall.
The truth was simple: she was slipping away, and yet, there was something inside her that refused to let go. A spark buried deep under the layers of pain and exhaustion, a single memory that kept her from sinking completely.
Electra.
Even here, in this void, her name felt like warmth.
