Chapter 382 The Temporal Refuge Joanna and the Hand of Beta
Out of Reality — The Fractured Flow
Darkness.
Not an empty darkness,
but a darkness that is full of sound, a silent symphony echoing through the corridors of time, creating an atmosphere that is tense and mysterious.
Within the shadows, invisible silhouettes dance gracefully; each sound holds profound secrets, like unseen footsteps that shroud the presence of those who softly move against the frozen silence of time, generating a tension that ignites curiosity.
Voices from the past arise from the darkness, soft whispers of decisions once made, the screams of those who have lost, and the gentle laughter of those who chose to love.
Amidst these echoes, a deep longing entwines the soul, like morning dew dripping with hope, bringing forth profound memories that transform into forgotten aspirations, whispering of new possibilities that might emerge into reality.
Joanna opens her eyes, fighting against the shadows that surround her.
Yet, she doesn't feel the presence of her body, nor does she sense the passage of time; only a vague and undefined existence lingers.
In a corner of her heart, a desire to move forward slowly surfaces, waiting for the right moment with full hope, yearning for a light that might shine through the fragile cracks of time. However, her attachment to the past now tightly binds her hopes.
"Am I still here?" she whispered,