Chapter 89 — Daelan POV
Who am I?
The question echoes, dull and distorted, like a voice underwater. Maybe it is.
I don't know how long I've been sinking. Seconds? Hours? Years? Time feels like it slipped away the moment I let go. The liquid surrounds me—thick, warm, endless. I stopped struggling long ago. There's no point. Every movement felt like swimming through oil, like pressing against velvet walls that just closed in tighter the harder I fought.
So I let go.
And it pulls me down. Deeper and deeper and deeper.
My limbs drift. My thoughts unravel.
I can't even remember what I was fighting for.
This liquid is relentless. I've long since given up, but it still pulls me deeper—like it needs me, like it's trying to swallow me whole and never let me go.
Maybe... maybe I should just close my eyes. Just for a second.
What harm could it do?
The dark is already everywhere. My body floats weightless, limbs numb, mind hazy. My lashes flutter shut, and for a moment, it's peaceful.
