"You are not meant to die here, Olivia." A soft calm voice said.
A golden glow flickered within the void, expanding and pulsing with ancient power. Olivia tried to move, but her body would not respond. Instead, she felt herself being drawn toward the light, her surroundings shifting. The suffocating darkness receded, replaced by an endless sky, swirling with golden and crimson hues. Beneath her, the ground shimmered like liquid gold, reflecting the heavens above.
This was not the wasteland. It was her sea of consciousness. She looked around her in confusion , but couldn't find where the voice was coming from.' Why am I here? And why does it always change form?'
" Olivia." Eritrea's calm voice called out.
Olivia looked at her with a gaze that held a tinge of relief or maybe hope.
" You are dying." Her calm, emotionless voice remarked.
