Lyla
I found myself walking through an empty field that seemed to stretch on forever. The ground beneath my feet was sandy, like endless dunes that rolled toward a horizon I could never reach. A constant breeze whipped around me, carrying fine particles that stung my eyes and filled my mouth with grit.
I walked forward with one hand shielding my face from the dust, while the other rested protectively on my swollen stomach. The twins moved restlessly inside me, as if they too could sense something was wrong with this place. Each step felt heavy, laboured, like walking through thick honey.
The wind carried strange whispers—voices I almost recognised but couldn't quite place. They spoke of things I didn't want to hear, warnings and threats that made my skin crawl. It was all muffled sounds, but somehow I could tell they were threats.
Suddenly, the wind stopped.
