Derek Raven found himself adrift within the recesses of his own soul, a captive spectator as an inscrutable presence commandeered his very being.
Swept along in an interminable tide of darkness, time seemed to lose all meaning, stretching on for an eternity that defied quantification.
After what felt like ages beyond reckoning, a flicker of awareness pierced the obsidian expanse.
Derek's eyes fluttered open, momentarily clouded by bewilderment. However, this confusion was fleeting, dissipating like mist before the sun.
In an instant, a flood of memories surged forth, each recollection a vibrant thread woven into the tapestry of his consciousness.
He remembered the visceral sensation of surrendering control, like a marionette manipulated by invisible hands.
