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Unlike Selix’s smaller craft, this vessel was a behemoth.
My mind raced as I recalled Selix, his kind eyes, and reassuring demeanor, and a twinge of pain struck me when I remembered that he, too, was a product of Ikhax’s cruel Fabrication.
The cold, metallic interior of the cargo hold greeted us, its vastness swallowing us whole.
The emptiness felt eerie and surreal, much like our twisted journey.
As Ikhax’s men tossed us unceremoniously into the center, I could feel Kuana’s strained breaths against my neck.
We were left alone, surrounded by the oppressive silence, save for the distant hum of the ship’s engines warming up.
Lying there, still bound to Kuana, the magnitude of our situation began to weigh on me.
We were leaving Ikmal, the dreaded prison that had haunted our nightmares, but our situation seemed far from improved.
In Ikhax’s grip, who knew where we were being taken, or what horrors awaited us there?
Kuana’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts, his words barely above a whisper. “Vi, we’ll find a way out. Together.”
A tear slipped from my eye, not out of fear, but from the sheer relief of hearing his voice and knowing he was with me.
We had faced so much together, and his unwavering strength always managed to lift my spirits.
As the ship roared to life, we clung to each other, finding solace in our shared warmth amidst the cold steel of the cargo hold.
The tremors under us signified our ascent, leaving the cursed planet behind.
My thoughts raced.
We were bound, powerless, and at Ikhax’s mercy, but if there was one thing I had learned during our time together, it was the indomitable strength of our love and resolve.
This was just another chapter in our story, another challenge to overcome.
We had escaped the simulated world of dreams and illusions, and though we were trapped in a new reality, we were together.
Minutes turned to hours, and the initial jolt of our situation began to settle into a resigned determination.
We whispered plans and exchanged stories, trying to keep our spirits high and minds sharp.
Every so often, I’d glance at Kuana, finding solace in the depths of his eyes and drawing strength from his unwavering belief in us.
Time seemed to stretch, but eventually, the ship’s hum became a steady drone, indicating we had reached cruising speed, moving away from the gravitational pull of Ikmal.
Lying on the cold floor of the cargo hold, my head resting against Kuana’s, I could feel the rhythmic beats of his heart, a wry smile tugged at my lips.
Our escape from Ikmal, while not on our terms, was at least now a reality.
The irony was not lost on me.
We had wished for freedom from that wretched place, and in a twisted turn of events, we had gotten it.
Not in the way we’d envisioned perhaps, but freedom nonetheless.
And with that freedom came a sliver of hope, the hope that we would find our way back to each other and to a life filled with love and happiness.
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KUANA
