The world around Ava blurred into a haunting landscape of shadow and dread. She wandered through an unrecognizable village, its twisted alleys and distorted homes whispering dark secrets. The sky above was a roiling mass of black clouds, fractured only by occasional, jagged streaks of lightning that illuminated the shadows, but never quite enough to chase them away. The air was thick, almost palpable, like an unseen weight pressing down upon her.
Whispers curled around her ears, soft and sibilant, calling her name with a chilling familiarity. "Ava… Ava… Ava…" The voices were everywhere and nowhere, coming from all directions, a cacophony of haunting murmurs that seemed to seep into her very bones. They echoed in her mind, mingling with the persistent hum of the Abyss, which had become an almost tangible presence inside her.
