? RIFT ?

Cold

Dark

The feeling of weightlessness rippled through the woman's body like waves as she began to partly regain consciousness as a shiver ran down her spine.  But her body was too weak to move, and another feeling replaced that weightlessness. The ache of pain coursing through her that roused her from the limbo she was in.

But she felt this awful feeling swirling inside her, one that told her despite the pain that she HAD to get up. To use the last leftover bit of fight in her to get up and open her eyes... but leftover from what, she wondered. She didn't know, all she knew was the pain and the need to get up.

With that, she opened her eyes...

And saw nothing.

She blinked a few times, still nothing.

The woman's heart began to race with fear and anxiety, where was she? Why couldn't she see anything? Had she gone blind? Many questions swirled around her mind as she laid there on her back motionless taking in deep, shaking breaths. But that feeling didn't go away, now it was telling her to push forward even further and to sit up.

It took a lot of willpower, along with a few moments tensing and untensing her body, but she slid her hands under her and turned her body to push herself up from the... rocks? It certainly felt like rocks. The woman wheezed and panted from how much energy it took, but she mentally congratulated herself for the small feat in the circumstances she was in.

What circumstances? She had no idea.

Then the woman looked down at her hands, that from what she could see through her blurry vision were in poor condition, but it was good to know she hadn't gone blind. Her hands we're smudged with dirt and has several small cuts, bruises, and scrapes littering them. Some of these cuts having some dried... gold stuff around them? The same thing with up her arms, and her legs that she was only able to see the lower half of due to her torn gown.

The woman reached one of her quivering hands to lightly grip a piece of the torn, white fabric. She felt it between her fingers, and felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her that she didn't quite understand. Was the gown supposed to mean something? Despite how dirty and torn it was, it looked like it was of great importance and quite expensive.

For some reason the woman brought a hand to the top of her head and felt around for something, only to feel messy and gnarled hair. Her hand drifted down and gently took some of the hair in her hand and turned her head to look at it. She was met with blonde hair caked in mud and grime... what happened?

A distant rumbling noise snapped her from her trance.

That same feeling rushed through her form in another wave. She needed to keep going, to stand up and find... something. Somewhere? Someone, perhaps? The woman pushed the questions in the back of her mind, they'd have to wait until another time. Right now, she'd have to focus on standing up.

After the undetermined amount of time the woman had sat and inspected herself as much as she could in the darkness, she had regained some of her energy. More that before at least, just enough that she was able to shuffle herself around so she was on her knees. She took her calloused hands and pressed them against the rough terrain below her once more, and attempted to push herself onto her feet.