Phoebe's POV
I felt like I was drifting in and out of murky depths.
My awareness flickered on and off, trapping me in this suffocating silence. I attempted to shift my limbs, but a strange numbness made me wonder if I even had a body anymore.
I existed as nothing more than a spirit, floating somewhere between unconsciousness and the waking world.
This void began stealing my memories piece by piece. Bit by bit, until nothing remained.
Not even my own name.
Then suddenly, a deep voice heavy with anguish and remorse reached out to me. Calling the name I'd nearly lost.
Phoebe.
Phoebe.
Phoebe.
Come back to me.
I glimpsed a silver strand in the darkness. So delicate I could only see it because everything else was pitch black. When I reached for it, something pulled me violently back.
A powerful force slammed into me, and when I forced my eyes open, darkness still surrounded me, though different now. I could make out shapes in my surroundings.
