Sandy's POV
The nightmare came for me again, relentless as always.
Flames surrounded me on all sides, their heat searing through my skin. Above, the sky bled crimson, drops of blood falling like rain onto my upturned face.
Agony tore through every nerve. I begged for release, for death, for anything to end the torment. But I remained trapped in this hellish loop.
An unbearable thirst clawed at my throat. Each breath felt like swallowing glass. Desperate, I opened my mouth and let the thick, metallic blood pour down my throat.
The fire blazed higher. I drank and drank until I thought I might drown. Yet the thirst never ceased.
My nails raked across my face, my neck, anywhere I could reach. Nothing brought relief. Death seemed like mercy compared to this endless suffering.
But escape remained impossible. So I endured until my screams finally pulled me back to consciousness.
My body trembled violently. The nightgown clung to my damp skin like a burial shroud.
