Bound by His Promise
I grip Lucas’s wrist tightly habang hinahatak niya ko sa next corridor.
“Rhea, careful!” sigaw niya when I slip on the shifting ground. The walls keep deforming—sometimes glass, sometimes metal, sometimes parang gumagalaw na liquid light.
“Lucas… hindi ko na kaya—”
“You can,” he says sharply but not unkindly. “You will. Hindi kita iiwan dito.”
Two more steps.
The floor drops under us.
We fall—pero hindi kami bumagsak. We land on something soft, like air thickening into a pillow. Pero sa paligid namin, nag-iiba-iba ang environment like broken memories glitching into each other: