Darkness. I am falling, falling, ever falling into the endless abyss of darkness. My eyes open and close frantically, yet the monotone around me never changes. It envelops me in its empty arms, suffocating me with infinite nothingness.
Screams. The piercing cries of people and Pokemon alike echo throughout the darkness, coming from everywhere and nowhere. They scream for help, then mercy, then death.
And I can do nothing.
I cannot move, I cannot speak, I cannot see. I am helpless. I silently scream in fury, fury at those who caused the immeasurable agony in the voices, fury at myself for being unable to help them. Yet the fury is just as quickly swallowed up by an all-consuming terror. It spreads to every corner of my being as I fall. I can't breathe. I can't think. As my panic grows, the screams rise to an ear-splitting crescendo. My head throbs and my heart pounds wildly to a staccato beat as I fall faster and faster.
There is a change, and suddenly I can see ground rushing up to meet me. As I faster and faster I fall toward the inevitable impact, one scream rises above the rest.
Lyra.
