In the liminal space between consciousness and the ethereal realm, Richard's eye fluttered open, revealing a kaleidoscope of conflicting sensations. An infernal heat coursed through his veins, a searing agony that danced with the flames of an unseen conflagration. Simultaneously, an unbearable coldness enveloped him, a glacial embrace that seemed to penetrate the very core of his being. It was a paradoxical symphony of torment, a cacophony of opposing elements colliding within his essence.
As he attempted to vocalize the maelstrom of emotions tearing through him, only bubbles rose to the surface of the enchanted pond. — Wake up! — echoed the ancient voice once more, a persistent guide in the labyrinth of Richard's awakening.
— WHO ARE YOU? — His inner voice roared in defiance, the echoes of his inquiry reverberating through the enigmatic space. He was tired of that voice, how can a voice appear in his mind time after time.
