Layla Extreme -

With the last of her physical strength, she grabbed the rappelling line and yanked. The ascent mechanism screamed. The meteorite hummed louder, trying to hold her, but she had spent a lifetime refusing to be held. She pulled herself upward, inch by inch, her legs fading into shimmering nothing, her vision narrowing to a tunnel.

Layla reached out a gloved hand.

Layla looked at the sky, then back at the black gash in the earth. layla extreme

A hum. Low, vibrating, not in the air but in her spine . It had a rhythm—not mechanical, but organic. A pulse. Thrum. Thrum. Thrum. With the last of her physical strength, she

It is singing.