Then everything around her turned into white particles, leaving behind an endless stretch of space.
she remembered how Onver had described his dream to her, and each time he did, it sent shivers down her spine. Now, she was going to experience it.
As the crack reached the base of the pillar, it crumbled under immense pressure, transforming into falling stones that carved a path in the air, gradually turning into dust particles.
"No. No. No," Martha gasped, falling to her knees, eyes wide in shock, a terrifying expression etched on her face.
She crumpled to the ground, her legs tangled, hands pressed against an invisible barrier at the edge of the abyss. It looked as if a glass wall blocked her entrance into it.
She focused on the sand accumulating at the base of the pillar, each second passing feeling like an eternity.