❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅ Still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday — Fall Out Boy, Just One Yesterday WHEN I OPEN MY EYES, the first thing I see is a haze of violet smoke. I blink rapidly, and the sheen of purple dissipates, replaced by Greer's face. "Where am I?" "Training cavern. You have a mission." I reach for something to say and find myself clawing at nothingness: there is a pit in my stomach and my chest. What used to be there? I search Greer's face for answers and find nothing but void. "Everly," I whisper confusedly. "But you're not dead."