The void hummed. It wasn't a sound, not in the traditional sense, but a vibration, an undulating pulse that drummed through the air, shaking the ground beneath Ava's feet. The darkness around her felt alive, coiling and writhing like it had a will of its own, and in its center stood the Abyss. A towering, shapeless mass of shadows that both beckoned and repelled. Its whispers caressed her mind, and with every passing moment, it felt harder to resist.
Her hand, raised just inches from the abyssal tendrils, trembled. She could feel the darkness tugging at her, its power seductive, promising freedom—freedom from fear, from pain, from all the confusion that had suffocated her since her memories began to fracture.
"You can have it all, Ava," the Abyss whispered. "No more doubt, no more fear. Just... power."
