With heightened consciousness and strengthened willpower, Aengus finally navigated through the chaotic storm within his soul. What he saw made his eyes widen in terror, and his heart raced violently, as if he were witnessing the greatest miracle of his life.
There, in the depths of his being, lay an illusive, incorporeal figure in a dormant state, or at least it seemed so. He wasn't sure, as he could barely make out the full figure—his soul was so vast and beyond comprehension that it defied any understanding he had.
"Is this really me? Who am I?"
It felt as though his soul was an entire universe unto itself, boundless and immeasurable. The sheer scope of it overwhelmed him.
But as he continued observing from his third-person perspective, he noticed something deeply unsettling. His soul was riddled with countless cracks, as if it could shatter at any moment.
