70. Gravity

Callista.

At first, there is nothing.

I float in empty space, trying to make sense of it all. There’s darkness all around me, although it’s not the oppressive kind I’m used to in my nightmares. No, but there is serenity in it. Something tells me that the moment darkness disappears to give way to light, my little resting time would be over.

And I don’t want that. My memories are hazy, and I have no idea where I am at the moment, but one thing is certain, I am tired. I’ve been feeling tired for so long, and needed a rest. But more than that, I have been craving safety. Now, in the darkness where I am weightless, I have both.

But of course, like all good things, it had to come to an end.

I don’t know how it starts, but one moment I am happy and floating, but the next I’m being dragged down by a force strong enough to rival gravity. I scream my reluctance into the void, but there is nothing to help me.

As I get dragged down, I start to gain a semblance of self, along with memories. I lear