The protagonist finds a hidden space and survives, learning the importance of listening and trust.
mimi: Imagine if: A pocket—empty space.
I pulled myself sideways into it, collapsing into a narrow tunnel just large enough to crawl through. Fresh air—thin, but real—filled my lungs.
I sobbed in relief.
“You see?” his voice echoed again. “You can survive… if you listen.”
“Where does this lead?”
mimi: I asked, my voice shaking.
“To your next decision.”
The tunnel stretched ahead into darkness.
“And if I refuse?” I whispered.
A pause.
“Then,” he said quietly, “you’ll stay buried.”
I closed my eyes, gathering what little strength I had left.
Then I began to crawl.
