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 0
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 0
𝙶𝚠𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚢 @webbedupdrums.bsky.social · 31/07/2025– Rain hitting her face. She'd look up, towards the rainy sky. Breathing, a sigh of relief. Her eyes would slowly move, looking around. Stopping upon the stone slab In front of her, text engraved 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘎𝘸𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘺 19𝘟𝘟-20𝘟𝘟 ≈≈ 110 0
