Zixuan walked through the darkness, her footsteps echoing with an eerie sense of... calmness. Although she had no destination, no purpose—just aimlessly wandering through the void. The stillness was deafening.
Her breath was the only sound that seemed to exist in this space, but it was strangely warm, unlike the panic she felt earlier.
It should've been terrifying, right? But somehow, the feeling is already too convincing that even her gut tells her she could finally breathe without fearing something might jump on her and tear her head off.
This is the same comfort that one might feel while walking down the familiar hallway of their own home, the feeling of knowing exactly where the light switch is, knowing how each step will sound against the floor.
It was a false sense of security, but her mind couldn't help but settle into it.
