Deeper...
"That's right," Diana murmured to herself, her voice a mere whisper in the ocean's bubbles and crackling. With each passing moment, she felt the grip of darkness loosening its hold, allowing her to rise once more to the surface of consciousness.
She could still fight. And fight she would.
Slowly, Diana regained control over her limbs, pushing through the fog of confusion that clouded her mind. She struggled to orient herself, the storm had thrown her off course and churned her beneath the ocean's surface. But amidst the chaos, she felt it—the faint pulse beneath the crashing waves, the subtle rhythm of the winds as they blow.
She was too close to the surface. The winds were creating confusion, just like the constantly rotating flow of the labyrinth she had navigated before.
