—Frey Starlight's Pov—
How much light does one need to keep moving forward?
To keep standing in the middle of endless, suffocating darkness?
If you asked me that question… I wouldn't answer you.
I'd show you.
Standing there, surrounded by a void that swallowed everything—
I held onto that thread.
A single thread of light that had fallen from above.
A fragile line of hope that I've clung to all this time.
It wasn't much—barely anything, really—but I clung to it desperately.
Afraid it might snap one day… and take with it the last bit of light I had left.
I prayed—fervently—that this light would lead me to salvation… and not into another hell.
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Slowly, I opened my eyes, a splitting headache throbbing through my skull.
My body felt impossibly heavy, and a harsh light was shining down on me.
I lifted myself with difficulty, noticing wires and tubes attached to my body.
As I moved, the sound of glass shattering reached my ears.
