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Then, an anomaly.
A Vision different from the rest.
It had succeeded where the others hadn’t.
It was subtle, almost lost amidst the more dramatic attempts.
I saw myself knocking gently against the wall, right where I knew an electronic panel lay on the other side.
I watched as the rhythmic tapping caused the wires behind to fizzle and malfunction, leading to the door swinging open.
My decision made, I walked confidently to the wall and began tapping.
The pattern was consistent, persistent — almost like a code.
Ellie approached me, her voice edged with curiosity. “Ceara, what are you doing? I thought we were meant to be getting out of here?”
Before I could answer, there was a faint sizzling sound, followed by a click.
The cell door slid open, revealing the dimly lit corridor beyond.
A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I met Ellie’s surprised gaze. “Just playing a little tune,” I replied, winking.
The urgency of the situation gripped us, but it felt liberating to find moments of levity amidst the chaos.
Ellie grinned, shaking her head. “After this is all over, remind me to sign you up for a magician’s course.”
I chuckled, feeling the warmth of her laughter wash over me.
It was these moments — fleeting as they were — that reminded me why I was fighting so hard.
For us, for our future.
With the path forward clear, we stepped out of our prison, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
I knew the journey wouldn’t be easy, but with Ellie by my side and the power of my Visions guiding us, I felt invincible.
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ELLIE
The cold steel beneath my feet seemed to resonate with the rapid thudding of my heart.
Every echoing footstep in the vast corridors threatened to expose our clandestine escape.
Yet Ceara moved with an otherworldly grace, always seemingly one step ahead of potential disaster.
At every crossroads, Ceara paused, his eyes glazing over.
I could almost see the gears turning behind those deep, captivating eyes of his, predicting our safest route.
It was mesmerizing.
Every time he made a decision, it felt like we were playing a game of cosmic roulette, and he was consistently betting on the winning number.
His lips would twitch upward, a hint of a smirk appearing when he’d choose a direction, making me feel as if the universe itself was bending to his will.
It was a stark reminder of where we were.
