Vermilion

Rosalie struggled to maintain focus, but her vision was utterly shrouded in an all-encompassing abyss of darkness. The atmosphere that enveloped her seemed to be steadily growing warmer, each breath she took searing her lungs as though they were submerged in scalding liquid.

"What is happening? I can't discern anything, and the mere act of breathing feels like an agonizing ordeal."

In a futile attempt to dispel the relentless darkness, Rosalie vigorously rubbed her eyes. Yet, to her dismay, the impenetrable veil persisted, and an escalating sense of restlessness and trepidation bore down upon her chest and shoulders. It encased her, thick and ponderous, like a suffocating cloak of uncertainty. Her own heartbeat now reverberated in her ears, resonating like an echoing drumroll, a loud and ominous prelude to an enigma yet to unfold.