(Jenna)Light.It began as a pressure, not a glow, the weight of something vast trying to enter her lungs. Jenna’s first breath felt heavy with ash and gold, as though she were inhaling the memory of stars. When she opened her eyes, the sky above was not the one she remembered.It was neither day nor night. The firmament rippled like silk brushed by wind, the colors shifting between pale fire and dawn’s earliest blush. The ground beneath her, if it could still be called ground, was glass-smooth and translucent, the texture of cooled light.She sat up slowly. Her reflection stared back from the mirrored surface: pale, exhausted, streaked with veins of faint luminescence beneath her skin. The shimmer pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.She pressed her hand against her chest and felt it again, that soft, steady thrum that did not belong to her alone.Denilson. It was still there, faint but sure, woven through her like an echo in her blood.A breeze stirred. It didn’t carry air so much a

The ground was breathing. Jenna’s palms pressed into the earth, and it shuddered beneath her touch, soft as muscle, warm as something alive. The light that had once burned white-hot across the horizon now seeped through cracks in the ground in molten threads, glimmering like veins beneath skin.The air itself trembled not with sound, but with heartbeat. She drew a ragged breath. The wind tasted of copper and salt. It smelled like memory like the moments before he died.Denilson’s name hovered on her tongue, but the syllables fractured in her throat. The world pulsed once, and she felt it echo in her chest, as if the rhythm of her own body had been claimed by something larger.You feel it too, don’t you?The voice brushed her mind like fingers over the back of her neck. It wasn’t a sound it was a pressure, a suggestion. The voice of the world. Or of him.Jenna rose unsteadily. Her boots sank into the strange, spongelike ground that gave beneath her weight but never broke. Ahead, the va

It began not with sound, but with weight. The world pressed inward, heavy and alive, as if a hand the size of continents had clenched around the core of the earth. The air stilled.The pulse that had guided Jenna faltered, one beat, two, and then came again, slower, deeper, older.She stopped walking. Her feet sank slightly into the luminous soil, which rippled beneath her boots like a lake of breath. Around her, the half-born terrain trembled, lines of molten gold threading through it like veins beneath translucent skin.The second heartbeat wasn’t hers. It was larger. Colder, and familiar in a way that made her knees weaken.“Denilson,” she whispered, though her voice barely existed in the thick, breathing air.The name fractured the silence. Something shifted beyond the horizon, a tremor that ran through the bones of the newborn world. And then a shape began to rise from the distance, dragging light behind it like torn cloth.A figure formed, or tried to. The being that stepped thr

Jenna fell through light that felt alive. It wasn’t air. It wasn’t gravity. It was breathing energy an endless lung inhaling and exhaling around her, a slow divine rhythm that tugged at her pulse until her heartbeat aligned with it.The pressure built until she could hardly tell which sound was hers. When she landed, there was no ground just a surface made of shifting light, thin as breath and trembling with faint whispers.She pushed herself up, blinking, her palms glowing faintly from contact with the living floor. Her reflection stared back at her not her face, but a pale outline of what she used to be.Beneath that reflection, something else moved another shape, watching.“Denilson?”Her voice quivered in the half-darkness.No answer. Only the faint tremor of the world responding, a ripple that traveled outward like the heartbeat of some enormous creature sleeping under the skin of existence, and thenHis voice, fractured and far, whispering from beneath her reflection: “Jenna you

Darkness swallowed them, Not chaotic, not loud. Just a clean, endless drop. Jenna held Denilson against her chest, his cold weight unbearable in her arms as gravity tore them downward. Wind screamed silently around them, like the air itself had forgotten how to make sound.“Stay with me,” she whispered into the hollow of his neck. “Don’t you dare leave me again.”His eyes still open, still wrong did not move. His limbs hung lifeless. But she felt the slightest tremor in his fingers, a phantom reflex fighting to exist.Then, Something brushed past her, not wind, not light.Fingers. Cold hands reaching up the shaft of darkness like the dead trying to crawl out of their graves. Jenna kicked at the air, twisting them away but there was nowhere to run in freefall.Whispers rose around her, a thousand shredded voices, He belongs to the silence. Not to you. Not anymore.“Get away from him!” she snarled, pulling Denilson closer.The hands lunged again but this time they grasped something els