Miracle's POV
The first thing I felt was a hand. It shook me, not roughly, but with a persistent gentleness. Then, a stroke on my cheek.
"Miracle, Can you open your eyes for me?" The voice was low, a little rough, but the concern in it was a lifeline.
I tried. I wanted to. But a heavy, invisible force held me down, trapping me in a paralyzing darkness. It wasn't just an absence of light; it was a presence. A pitch-black, bottomless pit that stretched into eternity, and it promised to keep me forever.
"Hello!" I screamed into the void, my own voice sounding small and swallowed by the nothingness. "Is anyone there? Please!"
Silence.
Then I felt it again. That same gentle stroke on my cheek. This time, it was followed by a firm, solid pull. Someone was dragging me back from the edge. I couldn't see them, but I instinctively burrowed into the curve of their arm, my face pressing against what felt like worn leather and the faint, clean scent of pine.
Hardy.
