Zois

Six Hours in the Abyss. Content Warning. AI-Generated.

My hands still tremble as I type this. The pen digs into my palm like a claw, ink smearing where sweat meets paper. I never imagined that a routine Skyhaven to Lumina City flight—a 40-minute hop on Celestial Airways’ gleaming "StarCruiser 880"—would become a fight for survival for all 400 souls onboard. Not when my mother’s chemotherapy port still throbbed under her scarf. Not when the sky had looked so harmless.