She could feel hands on her skin, fingers in her hair, gently shifting it away from her face. Strong arms banded around her as her body was pressed against a solid chest that rose and fell beneath her cheek. Voices surrounded her, layered and frantic, yet they reached her as though filtered through deep water, distorted and distant. She tried to open her eyes, but no matter how hard she fought, her lids refused to lift.
Then the world fell away.
She was suspended in a void of nothingness, weightless and unmoored, surrounded by countless lines of glowing threads. There were so many of them, far more than she could count. They floated before her, weaving and drifting in slow, hypnotic patterns. Each one emitted a low, irresistible hum, a siren song that curled around her senses and beckoned her forward. To touch. To taste. To feast.
