Story 353: Memories of the Past

Zara kept moving, her breaths shallow but steady. The whispers clawed at her resolve, tugging at memories she’d buried deep. Each step felt heavier than the last, but her grip on the butterfly’s glow—a fragile reminder of purpose—kept her grounded.

Callum followed close, his voice cutting through the oppressive air. “Stay focused, Kincaid. It’s feeding on your fears. That’s what this place does.”

“I know,” she muttered, though her eyes flicked back toward the shadowy figure of her mother. It lingered at the edge of her vision, whispering accusations Zara had tried to silence for years.

The tunnel twisted sharply, leading to another chamber. This one was smaller than the last, with walls etched in intricate patterns that seemed to ripple and shift. At the center stood a pedestal, upon which rested a crystalline orb. The air around it shimmered like a mirage, and faint voices echoed from within.

“Another test,” Callum muttered, lowering his rifle but keeping it ready.