“Eliza, Eliza… wait for me.” I ran across the empty wildflower field, sweat dripping down my face.

Eliza ran a few steps ahead, not bothering to glance over her shoulder.

I had no idea where I was running to, or why. But still, I went with the flow.

From a distance, I could see the ground give way to a sudden drop-off—a clear warning that we had reached the end of our path.

“Eliza, slow down! There's a cliff up ahead.” I shouted at the top of my lungs, but instead of ...