𝙶𝚠𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚢 @webbedupdrums.bsky.social · 31/07/2025Earth-x̶x̶x̶x̶ New York Darkness. Silence. Emptiness. Peaceful. It had all ended. Then a voice, unknown “𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝑁𝑜𝑤, 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛” ≈≈ 110
𝙶𝚠𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚢 @webbedupdrums.bsky.social · 31/07/2025≈≈ A sudden gasp of air, eyes opening. Looking around, feeling the surroundings. Where was she? She died. So how? Was it a dream?. The wooden top of the box would be felt. The air slowly depleting. No time to think, she had to move quick. ≈≈ 110
𝙶𝚠𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚢 @webbedupdrums.bsky.social · 31/07/2025≈≈ One punch. Two. Three. Four. More and more until it was broken. Dirt piling in. She had to keep moving. Hands digging out of the dirt. Upwards. Few more seconds. She could feel rain on her hands. She'd pull herself up, up above the dirt. Coughing, catching her breath. – 110
