Jaden's body was dragged downward at a terrifying speed, and he felt completely helpless as he plunged deeper into the shroud of darkness. The descent seemed endless, a vertigo-inducing free fall into an unknown abyss. His mind was filled with a sense of desperation and despair, and he cried out in fear and frustration.
In the suffocating darkness, faint whispers began to creep into his consciousness, like ethereal echoes teasing the edges of his sanity. They were barely discernible at first, like the distant murmur of lost souls. The more he descended, the clearer they became, their tone increasing in intensity. They were haunting, eerie, and filled with an unfathomable sorrow.
Between those chilling whispers, haunting screams tore through the dark, cutting through the oppressive silence like a knife. They were heart-rending wails of anguish and despair that reverberated through the void, sending shivers down Jaden's spine.
