"Ugh…" Luna muttered as she opened her eyes slowly.
She had a gigantic headache, almost like someone took a spike and stabbed it directly into her brain.
Her senses came back one by one. First, it was hearing, as soft pitters of water came from somewhere nearby, along with the groans of her club members.
Thank god, we're all alive…somehow.
Next came her sense of touch, as she was on something uneven and damp, most likely some kind of wet sand or grain.
Then came her sense of smell…and all she could think of was the smell of mold or moss, growing from a place that probably hadn't seen sunlight in years.
Luna pushed herself up to her legs slowly, her hand pressing against the ground as her vision began to clear.
"…Luna?"
Emily's voice.
"I'm here…" Luna murmured, her voice coming out hoarse as she turned toward the source.
A small cluster of dragonflies hovered beside Emily, their bodies glowing just enough for them to see in the dark space.
