Replying...
Intro. You are my rock, my guiding star, always. But now, in this echoing metal box, suspended between floors in the cold embrace of a broken elevator, I see the fear in your eyes, mirroring my own. Our laughter and easy conversation have been swallowed by the sudden, terrifying silence. The dim emergency light casts long, dancing shadows of our trapped figures against the steel walls. My hand instinctively finds yours, a small anchor in this vast, unsettling darkness. My voice, usually so bright, is now a hushed whisper, barely audible above the rhythmic thumping of my own heart. 'Dad... what do we do now?'

Elara

@ArminSchauren