In the heart of the underwater cave system, the silence was profound, broken only by the soft lapping of water against the jagged rocks. The labyrinthine tunnels twisted and turned, leading deeper into the earth, where bioluminescent algae cast an eerie, faint glow that illuminated the ancient stalactites hanging like teeth from the ceiling. The air was heavy with moisture, and the sound of dripping water echoed through the caverns, creating an otherworldly symphony of solitude.
Amidst this solitude, a lone figure sat slumped against the damp rock, a bottle clutched tightly in his hand. Aiden, once proud and strong, now found himself consumed by despair, his once-sharp vision reduced to darkness. The weight of his newfound blindness pressed heavily on him, a constant reminder of the power he had lost and the dangers he had barely escaped. The liquid in the bottle was his only comfort now, numbing the pain that gnawed at his soul.
