How long she’d been left to languish as a prisoner, Teyla couldn’t say.
Time became meaningless in the pit, every moment bleeding into the next until its passage was as insignificant as a candle in a lightning storm.
Her wrists ached with the weight of the energy cuffs that bound her, a constant reminder of her entrapment. In this blackened abyss she was left to rot, with nothing but her fears and thoughts to chew on, and not for the first time in her life.
The deep connection she’d felt to the world around her, rising and falling with every breath of her being and echoing through each heartbeat, now floated by as a quiet whisper she couldn't grasp, fading in the distance like a star that'd burned up all its energy.
The same as her faltering hope that dimmed as the embers of a fire, struggling to clutch onto the belief that the light would return to her. But, in this place, hope was nothing but a cruel illusion.
Only the thought of her beloved children kept her going, memories of their love and simpler times, when the future seemed bright and full of promise. It was the only thing left to cling to in this bleak existence.
And yet, even the memory of her children couldn’t fully dispel the fog of darkness that’d begun to creep inside her heart.
The only true reprieve laid in the fleeting moments of slumber, where she could dream of a life that now seemed forever out of reach…
