Eliena 's breath came in ragged gasps as she fled into the obscure red without knowing where she was heading, only the need to get away from that voice, that place. Her heart drummed limbs ablaze. Stifling scarlet mist began to dissipate a dim light glow ahead. With the last reserve strength, she dashed forward her sights, gradually shifting from a crimson-drenched nightmare to something more familiar, something more safe.
She stumbled into the light, collapsing onto the soft grass. Her gaze flitted around the red; the terrifying voice was gone, supplanted by the comforting gleam of sunlight; the scent of dew-covered grass filled her nose, and rails and breezes caressed her face.
"Come on, Elie," encouraged a familiar man's voice, warm and kind.
