
by R0aX
n the infinite darkness where time itself feels suspended, an oppressive silence reigns. There is no up, no down, no solid ground to hold onto. Our protagonist floats, a prisoner of an absolute void. His chest heaves, his thoughts swirl, but he has no memory of what led him here. Who is he? How did he arrive in this unfathomable nothingness? No answers come—only a dull anguish rising within him, like an inexorable tide.
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